#like that's always been one of my biggest weaknesses. always makes me go all OHHHH SHINY. magpie crow brain fucking activated

[robinsnest2111]

guess having long nails (too lazy to cut and file them every week) has gotten me back into my funky nail polish obsession

saw a black metallic glitter polish called "Starry Nights" while getting groceries today, had to have it. there's also a milky white metallic glitter polish called "Sweet As Sugar" from the same line... thinking about that one still...

[brown-little-robin]

3, 4, 17, 18, and 24!!

Hi Grace! Thanks for the ask! :D

3: Biggest self-insert OC?

Ohhhh. oh no, I'm going to be Perceived. Um, that would be... oh, what was its/his name...? Zelan sometimes, Fox other times, uh, Dorian, Grim, Nat, Shen, Alexei... it was basically the same OC every time, but in alternate bodies and stories. It/he was usually literally genderless or male (I was Working Through Some Stuff). It was always created and trained for a singular purpose, usually Being An Assassin or Guarding This Specific Location, and it was either animalistic (can barely speak) or overly-eloquent in ways that humans had trouble understanding. Um. This oc was my self-insert that always interacted with a troupe of other ocs called Naphtali's Caravan, and they always Found Out that Shen wasn't human and had Dramatic Reactions to it and then started trying to figure out how it worked and protecting it from whoever was trying to kill/recapture/exploit it. LOTS of infodumping and LOTS of drama were always involved. <333

4: What kind of music do your OCs listen to?

Well, my ocs have wildly varying worldbuilding, so there's no one musical genre. But my clones, which come to the real world in the year 2007, all have a weakness for soft music sung to them in real human voices. They grew up in machine laboratories and the sound of human singing... mesmerizes them. Gets down deep in their warped brain chemistry and soothes parts of them that have never been soothed before.

17: What are some tropes and character dynamics found in your wips?

As you may have guessed, people who don't feel like they are actual people learning to be loved and cared for... partly by loving and caring for people. This reflects nothing about me, of course! Also, in no particular order, Being Trapped in contracts/roles, depression and trauma disorders, Ride Or Die Friendships, new-parent + older-child adoption, and shapeshifting!

18: Describe the setting of one or more of your wips!

My clones story, The Strange Redemption of Thaddeus Thawne, is set in the DC superhero universe. More specifically, it's set in the Alabama home of a time-traveling hero with superspeed who gets abruptly saddled with the return of an evil clone of the Flash's grandson. Said (formerly)evil clone, "Thaddeus Thawne", ran away seven years ago, died, and is NOT happy to be back. Especially not still physically fourteen years old and incredibly traumatized.

My clowns story, Clown World, is set in a world where, when a human clown dies, their clown persona (not human) appears in the room. Confusing? Yeah, it's confusing for everyone in this world. The new Clown is fully adult in terms of mental capacity, speaking, reading, and writing skills, but has no memories and no specific knowledge other than their own name. Their clown makeup is not removable and they are visibly Not Human in various ways. It is difficult for Clowns to find good jobs, and they're not allowed to do actual clowning.

Just imagine having to look like a clown 24/7 and trying to make it in the world. That's the concept.

24: Do you have/want a career in your medium? If not, what do you do/want to do instead?

If it was possible to make a living as a writer and/or ceramics artist without stressing out always about profit, I would want that. Since it is not (for me anyway), I do not. I want to be a librarian <333

These asks are from this game!

[thotfrnk]

ive been thinking thoughts once again (i know) but this wont leave me and I need to ramble or I will die.

before i go into my meandering thoughts, I always ask myself this: at what point in any canon did lawnji 100% decided to give up his life for w2x (the 33 elders do not count, I'll explain further), and in turn, at what point in canon did w2x give up his life for lawnji?

let me touch on the 33 whips for 33 elders thing first: when lawnji harmed those 33 elders, it was already too late, w2x had already gone mad with the resentful energy and he had reached the point of no return, no amount of "come back to gusu" woulda save w2x. and the discipline whip lashes? happened well AFTER w2x's dead, and it was something lawnji brought upon himself, he still had a strong golden core to help him heal along w his SECT LEADER brother and shufu... so there is not real sacrifice lawnji didn't risk his clan, he got out easy bc of his status as lan-er-gongzi, that's not a sacrifice, I'm sorry!

so anyways the main point of this is well, is our main couple so incredibly weak that w2x's interactions with other men (jc, really) had to be cut out or changed in order to make sure our cp stands strong? are they so weak in the canon that other adaptations had to diverge or purposely leave out instances in the source material?

the donghua added in a scene where they met as kids when w2x was still on the streets, which never happened in the novel. the entirety of cql..... lol. and the manhua, ohhhh boy. the manhua which left out the w2x&jc hug after they reunited when w2x was missing (post-back alley noncon-surgery), replacing it with a "no homo!" shoulder bump. and one of the biggest reveals was CUT OUT entirely, jc's sacrifice, all because what? to make jc look bad? or were the creators and fans so insecure of their canon couple that any little thing could rattle their supposed unshakeable foundations? i find it so interesting.

at no point in the novel, we see w2x make a huge sacrifice for lawnji, but he agreed to a 50/50 surgery, agreed to mutilate himself, cut out what is essentially a vital organ, all for his shidi. hm. and how did shidi even lose such a thing? (ntm wc bragging w2x abt how much jc screamed when his core was being melted...)

jc who saw those wen soldiers getting nearer to w2x, jc who had lost everything, who was shackled to filial duty to rebuild and get revenge, used himself as bait, to protect - uh, who was it again? oh yeah - w2x. and don't even tell me jc wouldn't have done it if it meant him losing his golden core, jc KNEW wzl aka the "core melting hand" was at lotus pier, he knew that wzl melted his parents core and killed them, jc isn't stupid. he was fully prepared to die, not just simply lose his core, but to die.

i just find it sooooooooooo interesting our main couple doesn't have anything on this scale? idk man they're supposed to be our cp (canon pairing) like cant they get some more flavour . i just find it so interesting that jc's and w2x's relationship is so intertwined, with so many layers of trust, betrayal, promises upon promises, and yet different adaptations like to pretend they simply don't exist or downplay it.... reeks of insecurity methinks.

[cateyemoons]

play nice. (a little blurb)

pairing: nate jacobs x oc

warnings: a little smutty

note: first time publishing anything that i’ve written so i’m nervous af. this little blurb came from a little fic that i’ve been fiddling with. hope you enjoy.

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They say that Chris McKay’s parties were always the biggest and baddest parties, especially the one signalling the end of summer. 

They also say that it was tradition for everyone to attend.

Well, she didn’t want to start off her first year at the new school by breaking tradition.

She had her reservations about having to start over in senior year but what could she do? She was still under her parents’s control but she swore to herself that once she was finished with school, she’d pack up her things and head back to the city, back to everything that she knew and loved. 

For now, she decided to have some fun and this party seemed to be the first step.

The rumors were true-- this party was massive and wild, just as wild as the parties she attended in her old hometown. As soon as she entered the place, she was ushered into the kitchen by a bunch of strangers-- just kids who wanted everyone to have a good time. She downed the shots that were handed to her. Some of the guys tried to coax her into hanging out with them but she brushed them off with a laugh. One in particular, named Daniel would not stop. His hands were all over her. 

“C’mon, don’t leave me hanging with blue balls.”

She smirked at him, grabbing the bottle from the table. She was ready to move on from him-- what a drip. 

“At least you got your right hand to keep you company.”

She slipped away from him, taking a swig of vodka. She observed her new surroundings, the new people that she would soon attend classes with. No one noticed her. They were too involved in their own little world of drugs, alcohol and sex. Already she could see a number of hands down pants, tongues in each other’s mouths only to take a break to consume some more alcohol. She saw a number of people hand in hand and going upstairs, downstairs, outside and into other rooms. 

It was like she never left home.

She turned a corner, bumping into people as she tried to squeeze through. Going down this route led her to another guy practically devouring another girl’s face. He was a massively tall guy-- was he part tree or something? Chiseled jawline, muscles in all the right places. His hands were all over the girl, sliding down to her ass as she finally pried her lips off his and started to kiss his neck. 

She caught his eyes on her, a smirk on his face. He winked.

She felt a little bit of heat forming in the pit of her stomach. He was definitely attractive and she could tell with the look on his face that he knew that about himself. She liked confidence in a guy. She wouldn’t mind having him in her bed for a night. 

She winked back with a smirk of her own. But she went outside, not really wanting to have a reputation of a pervert that likes watching other people get down and dirty.

Another swig of her bottle and her vision was starting to blur. But she managed to make out the big swimming pool, the pool lights lighting up the water and in the pool were a blonde guy and a girl that they were calling Maddy. And by the looks and sounds of it, they were having the greatest time in the pool.

“Ohhhh man, Nate’s not going to be happy about this.”

“Didn’t they JUST break up?”

“It’s like the millionth time.”

Smells toxic to me, she thought to herself.

“Jesus, she’s so fucking hot, Tyler is so fucking lucky to be fucking her like this.”

“Lucky?? Nate’s gonna murder him.”

“At least he’d die a happy man.”

She snorted, watching Maddy fuck the guy in the pool before averting her eyes. She didn’t know Maddy, this Nate guy and their relationship but it was clear that they were not good for each other. It was also clear that they broke up and made up quite often. But she had to hand it to Maddy- she knew exactly how to mess with a guy and fuck with his head. 

Fucking another guy in the pool at the same party that her ex-boyfriend was attending would do exactly that.

There was a low rumble from the crowd and she looked towards the direction with a bit of an amused grin on her face. The guy that she had thought to have some tree DNA had come outside to bear witness to his ex-girlfriend’s antics. She could see the rage slowly building up from within, his brows furrowed deeply and the jealousy in his eyes. His hand held his cup tight while the other turned into a fist.

She guessed that this was Nate Jacobs. 

“Yeah, that’s real classy, you fucking whore,” he spat out maliciously.

Maddy and the guy stopped their pool sex session and Maddy had a shitfaced grin on her face. Her eyes cried out, “WINNER!” as she looked up at her angry ex-boyfriend. 

“Suck my DICK.”

With a snarl, Nate threw down his cup and turned back around. She tried to get out of his way but he ended up shoulder-checking her as he made his way back inside. He didn’t even bother to look at who he had knocked into. He kept walking, his temper rising with every step he took.

Any sort of attraction she had towards him disappeared. “Prick,” she muttered.

Her stomach decided to grumble. She knew the alcohol was doing its work when she had the munchies. She decided to head back inside and maybe find something to snack on. The kitchen wasn’t too crowded this time and that guy Daniel was nowhere to be seen. She poked and peeked into each cabinet and drawer, in hopes to find something to eat, even something small. What kind of party didn’t have anything to munch on?

There was a loud crash and the sounds of glass shattering right behind her and she almost shit herself. Turning around, she found Nate in a fit of fury, slamming down the bottle and pushing off all the shot glasses and beer cans from the kitchen counter. He turned around to punch the cabinet door, screaming at everyone to get out.

“Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT!” he snarled.

She remained where she was. He hadn’t seen her and maybe she would go unnoticed. In the bright light of the kitchen, she realized exactly how tall he was and how red his face had gotten due to his fit of rage. His chest was heaving hard. She could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. He leaned back against the counter, closing his eyes to get himself back under control.

She turned back around, quietly rummaging through the cabinet. She spotted a bag of chips in the far back and grabbed it. She opened it up and started munching. God, the potato chips tasted so good in her mouth.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

She nearly jumped at the low growl in her ear and she turned around to find herself face to face with Nate Jacobs.

So much for going unnoticed.

“I’m eating,” she answered nonchalantly. She held the bag up to him. “Want some?”

She knew she shouldn’t poke at the bear like this but she couldn’t help it. She wasn’t afraid of confrontation. Even if it was against someone as tall and muscular as Nate Jacobs.

She watched his eyes darken. She knew what was going on in his head. Even without knowing him, she knew who he was. Judging by the whispers and comments that the others had made about him, Nate Jacobs was The Guy of this town. He was the popular, big time, and she assumed by his build, jock king of East Highland. Therefore, everyone else were his peasants. He was used to this social hierarchy. Everyone should be bowing down to him, including her.

But she wasn’t going to do that for him, even if she found him to be insanely attractive.

“Didn’t you hear me? I said get the fuck out,” he repeated.

“Yeah well, I’m hungry and it’s pretty loud out there. So I think I’ll hang out in the kitchen for a little bit longer, thanks.”

Nate’s face contorted just a little, in a bit of surprise. “You’re not scared of me?”

She laughed in his face. “Why should I be? I’ve seen and met a lot worse.”

She took a step back, her lower back hitting the counter top edge when Nate stepped forward, closing the space between them. He bent over just a little, his eyes roaming over her body and then her face. They seemed to be searching for something, probably searching for the reason why she was not scared of him, like the rest of them.

“You’re the new girl that people have been talking about at this party,” he simply stated, with no anger or annoyance in his voice this time.

“That’d be me,” She said, continuing to munch on chips.

She watched his tongue slip out from his mouth, licking his bottom lip. “How about you and I get to know each other? It’s tough starting over in a new place. You’re going to need a new friend. I can be that for you, you know,” he murmured, his face inching closer to hers.

“Is that right?” she asked, amused by his sudden change in mood.

The way guys changed tactics and moods when their dicks were hard. Amazing, really.

She tossed the bag of chips aside, making a big show of licking her fingers clean in front of him. She licked her fingers slowly, never breaking eye contact with him. His face was so close to hers that she could see his eyes grow wide with pleasure. She couldn’t help but smirk when she slid her finger in deeper, when she could hear him panting at the sight of it. She knew he was just picturing her pretty red lips wrapped around his cock.

She loved fucking with men like this. It was their one true weakness.

She was going to take full advantage of that.

“Yeah.. yeah, that’s right, baby,” he said softly, his lips curling upwards.

“Oh… I don’t know, Nate,” she said with a loud sigh. “All boys say that, you know? But they’re all bark and no bite.”

“You just haven’t met me yet, I’m not just any guy.” He dipped his face into the crook of her neck and she let him. She tilted her head back just a little bit, why not have a little pleasure for herself? Besides, he was very good at this. Her body was naturally heating up at his touch, especially right between her legs. His lips trailed up to her earlobe, nibbling her earlobe before speaking again. “Oh I’ll bite.”

“I bite too,” she said, pushing his face away with a laugh. “I don’t think you’d be able to handle it.”

“I think it might be the other way around,” he fired back, taking her hand and placing it right at his crotch. 

If this was the reason why Maddy kept going back to him, well she wasn’t going to judge her too quick. He was a big boy in more ways than one.

She hadn’t expected that. Nor did she expect her underwear to become soaked.

When she looked back up at Nate, she saw the triumphant smile on his face. He knew the effect that he had on him. 

Well, two can play that game.

“I think it’s you that won’t be able to handle me, baby,” he whispered, bringing his face close to hers once more, trying to kiss her but she pulled her head back.

She bit her bottom lip, looking up at him with very round and innocent eyes. “Oh, is that right?” Her lips turned into a sexy smirk when his eyelids fluttered and his jaw dropped open as she cupped him tight through his jeans.

“Oh fuck-,” he gasped.

She watched his eyes close tight, enjoying the feel of her warm hand rubbing and squeezing him. He had both hands on either side of her, gripping the counter top. She knew every drop of blood was flooding to his dick right now. His cock was rock hard for her. He wasn’t going to be able to form a complete sentence.

“You still sure I won’t be able to handle you? Or are you gonna change your mind?” she asked as she moved her hand faster.

Nate groaned louder at the sudden change in speed. He leaned forward and she pressed her forehead against his, watching all the pleasure wash over his face. “Fuck, I-I… I change my mind, fuck baby…” He managed to open his eyes, panting hard. “There’s a room upstairs, come with me.”

“Come with you? Upstairs? So I can get down on my knees and suck your fat cock?” she teased, squeezing him a little harder. His big body shuddered and she decided to keep putting these images into his mind. “Bet you’d like that, hm? You’d like watching your cock disappear in my mouth, hm?” A chill went down her spine at the thought of looking up at this guy while she was on her knees. It probably wouldn’t be a bad sight to see.

“FUCK YES, oh baby, please,” he begged with a growl, his entire body trembling. His hands gripped her hips tight, pulling her closer but she wouldn’t let him kiss her. Not yet. “God, I need to fuck you so bad.”

She had him by the balls now. Literally.

“Let’s go then,” she whispered into his ear, letting out a breathy moan to tantalize him even more, giving him a preview of what was to come.

In an instant, he took her by the hand and all but dragged her out of the kitchen. The sea of people parted for him and everyone whispered and pointed their fingers. She smiled at everyone and when they made it to the stairs, she pulled her hand away and headed towards the front door.

“HEY!” Nate grabbed her hand again. “Where are you going?”

“Home. Where are you going?” she feigned confusion.

“But you said-,”

She laughed, pulling her hand out of his grip once more. “Did you really think I’d fuck you?”

“Y-you-,”

“Enjoy the rest of the party, baby!”

Slamming the door on his shocked face, she laughed and started running. The adrenaline from teasing the shit out of Nate had her sprinting down the street. She could probably do a full marathon tonight if she wanted to.

She loved teasing guys like him. Teasing and riling them, playing around with them. Getting their hopes and dicks up, making them think that they were going to get it in with her. Acting like she wanted them to pound her straight into the bed, only to pull back and deny them. Leaving them with only their right hand to keep them company. Making them realize that they weren’t shit, that they were losers, that they were nothing. Doing this got her more horny than an actual guy ever could.

It’s a shame that he was such a prick. She wouldn’t have mind having him pound the shit out of her with that big dick of his. She bet that he was all kinds of fun in the bedroom. But now he was going to be left alone with blue balls and his right hand, just like that other kid Daniel.

And that’s what you get for being an asshole, she thought with a proud grin.

[aarontveitfic]

Not Yet

A/N: Y’all. Here it is. I hope you like it. This story has been a labor of...something, mostly love. It's been with me for over a year, all while I’ve gone through some pretty difficult personal things. Some days I didn’t think I'd write again. Some moments I'd get so carried away with the story, I thought it’d be done so quickly. But life just is, and I guess it needed to show up in its own time... So here y’all have it! Thank y'all for sticking with me. I’m very thrilled to have all of your support.

Mostly smut below the cut, with a plot, of sorts, and some angst. Blink and you’ll miss a “Daddy” reference, but you can ignore it if that isn’t your thing. SNOB = Saturday Night On Broadway- when cast/crew get together for some drinks after the performance of a live production to celebrate the weekend. 18+ please and thanks. Leave me some love and let me know what you think! It really helps me figure out what to do moving forward. 

Last and most certainly not least, to M. I cannot thank you enough. Your words of encouragement have meant so much to me. You have been my biggest cheerleader and number one supporter in all of this, and I am so grateful for you and our friendship. This story wouldn't be finished without you. This one is for you, sweets. 

Enjoy! xoxo 

“Hey.” She said as she approached her apartment door, standing in front of it was a familiar face.

“Hey.” He said back.

“I didn’t know you were stopping by tonight.” She said.

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d see if you were around.” He responded.

She fiddled with the keys trying to get in the door, paused and turned to look at him, “You were just hanging around SoHo at 2am on a Saturday night?” The statement dripping with disbelief and sarcasm.

“Well, you know, we did a little SNOB and then I split a cab with a friend. Ended up this way and wandered here.” He explained as she got the door open. “You look really nice tonight. Date?” He asked as nonchalantly as possible.

“Thanks. No.” She smirked as she looked back at him and nodded towards the door “Just out for a girl’s night. Coming in, Tveit?” She asked.

“Yep.” He said looking around the apartment building hallway. “Your roommate out tonight too?” He asked as his voice trailed off.

“She’s out of town actually. Went home for a few days. I hope you weren’t waiting here too long.” She said as she set her stuff down in the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”

“Sure, whatever you have is fine. Nah, I wasn’t waiting very long at all.“

“That’s good. Here.” She handed him a beer out of the fridge, grabbing one for herself as well. “The show seems to be going well?” She asked, changing topics.

“Great. Really well, actually. Things couldn’t be better with work.” He said. He had set his backpack, jacket and fedora down in her living room, familiar with the layout, almost making himself at home. “How about work for you? Good?” He asked as he moved to meet her in the kitchen, now taking a sip from the green glass bottle.

“Oh you know, same bullshit, different day. I shouldn’t complain though.” She took a sip of her own beer, setting it on the counter. “Can I get you anything else?” She asked as she turned and rummaged through the cupboards for a snack of some sort.

“You know what else I’m here for.” Aaron was now standing behind her in the kitchen. His voice was low and sultry. He had hooked his finger on the inside of her cardigan at the shoulder and started to pull it off, the thin strap of her silk camisole exposed. He put his lips to her shoulder and softly kissed it. The cardigan now hanging off her shoulder, she leaned to the opposite side exposing more of herself to him as he continued to kiss her, sucking on her neck.

“Aaron, you said last time that was the last time.” She whispered softly.

“I lied.” He said so casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. His other hand came up to fully remove the sweater from her arms. He sucked on her neck, grazed her ear with his teeth to playfully bite, then kissed the soft spot on her neck behind the ear.

“Oh” she whimpered. “You said we were over.”

“We’re never really over. We’re too good together to be over.” He said, his hands caressing her body, exploring her skin. They moved to her jeans, unbuttoning, and unzipping them.

“Aaron, what about your girlfriend?” She asked, ass arching into him.

“No girlfriend. Not anymore.” He said between kisses.

She moved his hands away, and spun around, her hand on his chest, pausing him for a moment. She looked into the sea of blue of his eyes, searching for the truth. He could lie all he wanted, but she always knew the truth by looking into them. “No girlfriend? You know the rules.”

“No. I swear.” He said as he cradled her, hands on her waist; “Me and her are done. It’s over. I promise.” Their little arrangement, fuck buddies— although, it could never be as simple as that, she wasn’t that lucky— was not allowed while one of them was in a relationship. She may have been a lot of things, but cheater wasn’t one of them.

“You told me to not let you do this again.” She said sighing into his touch, spinning back around facing the kitchen cabinets again.

Aaron reached around her; “You can tell me to stop if you want,” he slipped his hands into her undone pants, moved her panties out of the way and started to play with her clit. “But we both know you won’t.” He said lowering his voice to a husky whisper.

She let the feeling of ecstasy come over her, pushing her ass into him, arching her back and holding on to the counter with one hand, the other around his neck behind her, as her eyes closed. She softly mewled. They stood there for a moment, her relishing the feeling of his fingers rubbing and circling her clit. “Oh, shit. Aaron. We shouldn’t.” She gasped as he moved faster. “We‘re so messy together.” She said.

Aaron softly chuckled as his hand fondled her, while his other arm wrapped around her. “Maybe so. Maybe we were a clusterfuck, but fuck, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“Mmmm. Ohhhh. Aaron. Fuck.” She said as she reached around trying to grab his dick. As she felt its long outline through his pants and Aaron let out a moan.

“I bet that pussy of yours is just aching to be fucked. Huh? It’s been so long. Can you even handle my cock anymore?” Aaron gruffly whispered.

“Oh shit. Mmhmmm.” She whimpered. The pair stood in the kitchen, she braced herself on the counter, with both hands now, as Aaron’s fingertips moved up and down, playing with her clit. She was panting heavily, her breaths becoming more and more ragged.

“I bet no one fucks you like I do.” He softly said said. He was right. “Are you gonna cum for me?” He asked.

“Oh god Aaron. Shit. Fuck!” She cried, her legs quivering, the feeling of him holding her, his fingers making her weak, ecstasy rolling over her in waves. She was on the brink of her orgasm when she breathlessly whispered. “Stop. Aaron. Oh fuck, Stop.”

Aaron stopped. Removing his hands and holding her tight as she gasped for air. “Is everything okay?” He asked softly, concerned something was wrong.

“I just— not yet— I don’t want to cum yet.” She said. After a moment, she caught her breath, and turned to face him again. She crashed her lips on to his. A smile creeping across his face, as his lips intertwined with hers, her tongue tied with his, as they both made soft moans into the others’ mouth. Aaron’s arm wrapped around her waist, as his opposite hand came up to caress her neck. Her hands slid down from his chest to his waist resting on his jeans button. His hand, now tangled in her hair, as his other hand made its way to the other side of her face, while the pair kissed passionately. She pulled back, after a while, and looked into his eyes. She saw something she hadn’t seen in them in a long time— longing, desire, and something else, but she couldn’t tell what, lust? Perhaps. “Are we really doing this again?” She asked faintly, quieter than a whisper.

Aaron responded in a low voice “If you want.” She lingered for a moment, gazing into his face, and then he started kissing her again. She kissed back as her hands fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans. She slipped her hand into his boxers and wrapped one around his cock. “Mmm. Oh fuck.” He said pulling away as she gently started to slide her fingers up and down the length of his dick, pulling his jeans and boxer briefs down with her other hand.

“Wanna suck you.” She whispered peppering a few kisses to his jaw. Aaron let out a grunt. She sank down as she stroked his dick, his hands tracing her body as she did, when she reached his waist, she put her lips to the tip of his cock and circled it with her tongue. Aaron’s head fell back as he moaned loudly, she kept circling. He looked down at her as she slowly moved her mouth from the tip down his length, her hair all around her face, and he gently gathered it, with both hands into one fist, letting out another moan. “Oh fuck, just like that. Suck my cock. Oh. Mmm.” His fist gently tugging on her hair as her head bobbed back and forth along his dick. She took him in inch by inch, until she had all of him in her mouth, feeling each vein and the twitches his dick made as she sucked him. Curse words effortlessly spoken by him, as she hallowed her cheeks and fucked him with her mouth. She wrapped one hand around his firm, tight ass, while the other made sure to engulf whatever part of his dick she wasn’t sucking or massaged his balls. “Oh fuck.” He moaned. “No one blows me like you do. Babe, damn it, Fuck!” He whispered as he leaned against the counter, his legs falling a little wider in his stance now.

She continued to suck him, as one of his hands traced her jaw holding it gently, and his other tugged her hair forcefully back and forth as her tongue slid against his cock. He opened his eyes and glanced down at her, her swollen lips, the feral sounds coming from her mouth, her wide doe-eyes staring up at him with tears forming in the corners, from how far down her throat he was buried. Fuck. He was a goner. “Shit. Shit. I’m gonna cum.” He said as he started thrusting harder, faster, more sloppily into her mouth, holding her head in place. She braced herself, one hand gripped around the outside of his thighs. She moaned, her mouth around him. “Oh fuck baby, you’re gonna take it, right? Uh, mmm, so fucking good. Aw, yes, oh, FU—.” He yelled as his abs tensed and he came down her throat. As he calmed down from his high, he loosened his grip around her hair, stroking her head softly now. She continued to suck him slowly. His hands falling from her hair now to the counter behind him to ground him as he recovered.

She gently let her mouth ease off of him, resting her forehead on his thigh, as her hands gently ran along the back of his legs, in feather light touches. Both of them were breathing heavily, and Aaron was shaking. After a few moments, slowly, she stood, pressing light kisses against his various parts of exposed skin as she rose, bringing her head his shoulder and placing a kiss to his cheek. She reached around him for the beer she opened for herself earlier, taking a sip and looking at him, spent, half-naked in her kitchen. God, he was hot, and he was hers— only for tonight and it was going to hurt like hell when he left, but hers for this moment. She smirked as she set the bottle down, kissing him again, from his t-shirt covered shoulder, up his neck to the corner of his lips, his glance now looking to her as his focus came back and his breaths calmed. He smiled. “Gosh.” He sighed. “You’re really pretty when you blow me.” He said with a smirk and laugh, a look she knew all too well.

“Only when I blow you?” She teased against his lips.

He hummed a question in acknowledgement and looked toward the ceiling and whispered back. “No. Always pretty.” He flashed that million-dollar smile. “Beautiful! Gorgeous even!” He spoke louder.

She laughed in amusement as she gave a half-hearted “Why thank you. But I bet you say that to all the girls.” in response. She buried her face in his chest, giggling, as he held her close.

“No.” She looked up at him as he spoke. “Only the ones I lo—.”

“Aaron don’t.” She stopped him speaking sternly, pulling away from his chest, still in his embrace, studying his face. “Please don’t.” She said shaking her head, quieter this time. He nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I just— I don’t— What do you want from me?” He asked, his eyes pleading for an answer.

The pair had gone through this before, enough for her to know exactly what was running through Aaron’s mind. They have great sex, get mixed up in the feelings and then one of them ends up hurt. The cycle was fun for a while, but ruthless. Neither were ever on the same page. She needed to pull him out of that space quick. She gave him the only answer that would do that. Looking up at him, eyes wide, bottom lip between her teeth and ever so sweetly, dripping with extra sugar she pleaded “Make me cum Daddy.”

She looked into his eyes, watching them change as he cocked his head. Their gentle blue faded into a deeper, darker, sinister look. One that meant he was about to give her exactly what she asked for, and he wasn’t going to be nice about it either. He shoved his lips on to hers, pushing her from the kitchen with a shuffle; jeans and boxer-briefs still around his ankles. They moved into her living room, one arm around her waist to keep her close, the other around her back working quickly under her camisole to unhook her bra, finally bumping to a stop against the back of the couch that divided the walkway from the living room. His arm still around her waist, this time to steady her, as his other hand worked to quickly discard her jeans and panties from her waist. Aaron trailed his nose up her arm to the crook of her neck. Breathing in the scent that was uniquely her, a scent that took him back to their time together, messy as it was, with one simple inhale. He let out a moan in her ear as his lips met the spot of her neck behind her ear again, causing her to shiver. She leaned slightly against the back couch, spreading her legs as his hand found its way to her clit. His fingers moved easily from her clit to her pussy.

“Mmmm. Still so wet for me, huh?” He said.

“Mmmhmm.” was all she whimpered, breathlessly, as he circled her clit slowly.

“Now, you’re going to stay standing until I make you cum.” He ordered, with a hint of gentleness behind his firm words.

“Oh, fuck.” She moaned in response as he now slid a finger into her pussy.

“And...” he said, as his fingers slammed in and out; “You’re gonna fucking take it. ” His fingers deep moving deeper inside her with every word. “Got it? No stopping. Not until you’re soaked, which at this rate, won’t be too much longer now. Will it?” He asked with his voice directly in her ear.

“Fuck, yes!” She cried out.

Aaron’s hand stopped. “Sorry? What was that?!” He asked

Her chest heaving up and down she looked at him, with lust filled eyes, biting her lip again. “Fuck, yes, sir.” She responded. Moving her lips to his, moaning when his hand continued at the same pace as before. He stood there, finger fucking her, whispering the foulest of things into her ear. She was dizzy with pleasure, holding on to him for dear life as worked her over, not only sliding his fingers, three of them now, in and out of her, but holding her steady and massaging the G-Spot deep inside her.

“Oh, fuck, babe. Uhuh, that’s it. Shit, yes. That’s my girl. You’re so beautiful when you moan for me. Fuck. Wanna be in you.” Aaron whispered, his voice gravely.

Her face contorted in pleasure as she moaned and squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to cry out with how good she felt. “Don’t stop. Oh fuck, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She begged.

“Not gonna stop babe. Just want you to cum for me. But not yet. You wanted to wait before; you’ll have to wait a little longer.” He said as his hand set a punishing pace, moving his fingers up and down inside of her.

“Oh, fuck. I can’t hold it.” She cried out as she dripped from her pussy, knees weak and shaking against him. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can. Just a little more. Not yet.” He whispered gruffly, nibbling on her ear, stretching her out with his fingers. The squelching sounds making his dick harder than before.

“Fuck Aaron. I can’t. I can’t. Babe, please fuck.” She squealed, as tears of pleasure formed in her eyes.

“Just a little more. Come on, that’s it. Hold it for me.” He felt her pussy squeezing his fingers. “Feels so good on my fingers, can’t wait to be buried in you. So close babe.” He sucked her neck. He waited a moment as she moaned, and squealed, and squirmed in pleasure, anything to hold the release she was so desperately longed for.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Aaron. Oh fuck. Fuck! I’m gonna cum, fuck!” She screamed.

“Alright, pretty, cum for me.” He pleaded.

“Ohh. Oh. Ohhhhhhh. Aaronnnnnnnnnn.” She threw her other arm around him as she leaned back, revealing in the orgasm that was washing over her. Aaron’s fingers coaxing out every single drop he could from her pussy. Aaron kissed her forehead as she shook. Legs, still quivering, resting now leaning against the top of the couch. Gathering her breath as she stood arms around him. He held her close, murmuring praises in her ear. After a moment she lifted her face to his, kissing him gently. He kissed back slowly at first, growing with fervor as their lips continued to dance along one another. Her fingertips slowly traced down his abdomen until she reached his cock, hard and ready to go again. She smirked against his lips and he groaned as he grabbed her hand that slowly wrapped around his hard dick.

“Think you got one more for me, babe?” He asked with a gruff whisper.

“Only one more?” She asked playfully.

Aaron’s eyes caught hers and he smiled. “We’ll see how it goes.” He said.

“Mmmhmm. I got at least one more.” She replied.

“Mmmm... good girl.” Aaron praised.

“Bedroom?” She asked slowly, starting to remove herself from his embrace, to lead him down the hallway of her apartment.

“No. Need you now, here.” Aaron replied as he crossed his arms, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and quickly removing it. “Can’t wait.” He said moving his hands to her hips. His lips finding hers again, as though they were the only thing grounding him to this earth in that moment— she didn’t seem to mind. Her arms gripped around his torso, one hand making it up into his hair, pulling on his soft locks. He let out a soft grunt against her lips. “You know how I like it when you do that.” He smiled.

“I do” she smirked, “Now what was all this talk about not being able to wait? Hmm?” she said as she started to stroke his dick with her other hand.

In one quick swooping motion, Aaron grabbed her by the waist, and knelt to the ground, laying her down gently on the carpet running from her hallway into her living room area. He freed her ankles from her panties and jeans that had pooled there earlier, tossing them haphazardly behind him; she could find them later. He nudged her legs open with his knee, leaving his pants and boxer briefs around his legs, too eager to try to remove them. She looked up at him and smiled as his one hand came up and stroked her hair to one side, trailed down the side of her face, to her neck, down her chest, slipping her camisole down to expose her breasts. He grabbed one of them, pinching her nipple, and she arched her back off the floor, and wrapped her legs around Aaron’s waist. He grabbed his dick and lined it up with her pussy, his blue eyes locked with hers, sparkling in the dim light of the apartment, and he slowly pushed himself in to her. She threw her head back in breathless ecstasy, moaning. No man ever filled her the way he did with his cock.

“Fuck Aaron. Mmm, your cock feels…. so… shit babe. Mmmm.” She cried.

Aaron took a sharp inhale. “Shit. Fuck. Babe, fuck how are you so tight?! Fuck.” He said taking in another breath, adjusting his arms, caging around her.

She reached up and put her hands on his shoulders for leverage. “Mmm, fuck, Aaron. Need you to move.” She said as jerked her hips a little.

Aaron obliged, slowly at first, dragging his cock in and out of her pussy, getting faster as he went, then stilling, his cock filling her, grinding and rocking his hips into hers.

“Oh, Babe. Mmmmm you feel sooooo good.” Aaron whispered in her ear as he moved around inside of her.

“Yes. Fuck. Right there. Oh shit. Yes. Keep doing that. Ohhh god. Yes!” She cried out, pulling on his hair.

“Mmmm like this pretty girl.” He groaned as he grinded his hips harder into hers, his body rubbing her clit with each motion.

“Oh fuck. Yes, mmhmm, just like that — OH FUCK.” she screamed out.

He felt her pussy clenching around him, walls fluttering around his cock, adding to the sensation of being inside her. Aaron knew she was close again, already.

“Mmmm, you like that Babe. My cock buried so deep in that tight pussy of yours. Uh, yes, damn it. Fuck. Feels so good fucking you like this.” He whispered as she moaned.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Fuck. Aaron.” She cried as he picked up the pace, slamming into her, dick sliding in and out, making sure to go as deep as he could on each thrust.

“That’s my girl. Come on babe. Cum for me again, one more time. You’re so close.” he groaned.

“Almost there. Babe Fuck, Aaron. Oh, yes yes yes yes.” the words failing from her lips like a prayer, one he was happy to answer for her, his thrusts getting more erratic, as he grew closer to his own finish.

Aaron felt her pussy clench around his dick. “Cum for me babe. I’m right behind you. Cum on.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Aaron. Aar--Fuhh. OH!” She yelled out, her words getting lost in her high as she orgasmed for the second time that night, Aaron still pounding into her.

“Shit. Babe. Shit. Oh. Oh. OH! FUCK!” Aaron said as he came a few hard, deep thrusts later.

Their two bodies tangled in one-another, lost in the reverie, coming down from their high. They lay still for a moment, right there in the middle of her apartment hallway. The pair stayed there for a bit, Aaron’s back against the floor with her tucked into his side, both panting heavily, chests heaving up and down. Her fingers gently stroked through the soft tuft of his chest hair as the two regained composure.

“See.” Aaron said.

“Hmm” she hummed in acknowledgement.

“Always good together.” He let out chuckle and kissed her temple.

She smirked and pushed herself up off the floor. Aaron lay there smiling at her, still on full display. “Hang on, let me get you a towel.” She said as she walked to the bathroom. She fished around for one in the cabinet, dampened it and threw it at him with a wink, as she closed the door to clean herself up as well. She pulled on an old pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt she had in her bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Messy hair, smeared lipstick, pink, swollen lips, a slight glisten of sweat, even though she’d tidied herself up, and a smile. God, when was the last time she smiled like that? She glanced at the closed bathroom door and back to her reflection. Her shoulders and her smile sank. Aaron was her favorite source of happiness, but their messy history— could she do this again? Maybe they were older, better. Maybe it wouldn’t be like the last times. Maybe when she woke in his arms in the morning, she’d tell him she wanted to try again— for the umpteenth time— but maybe this time, it would stick. Maybe she could finally acknowledge the feelings she had for him, unbury them from the place deep in her soul where she hid them, and let them shine in the light again. Renewed hope. She nodded to herself and opened the bathroom door. Braver than she’d been in all the past times she’d seen him in recent memory, willing to maybe open-up, and —

“You’re not staying?” Her faced scrunched, as she stood there watching Aaron, zipping up his jeans, t-shirt already on.

“I have to get home to the dog.” he said. “Is that O.K.?”

“Oh, uh, sure, it’s fine. You just usually stay, so I’m just surprised, is all.” She offered a soft smile, folded her arms, and leaned against the doorway, hoping Aaron couldn’t see her heart breaking.

“Can’t tonight, sorry babe.” He said as he closed the distance between them, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Next time.”

“Sure, next time.” She said, hope deflated, her hands now fiddling with the frayed sleeves of her sweatshirt. She paused and channeled the courage she’d had only moments before “What if we reach a point there isn’t a next time?” She asked pointedly.

Aaron’s features softened as his eyes flickered over her face. “That won’t happen. It’s never the last time. It’s never going to be the last time with you.” He acknowledged simply.

“I can’t keep trying to get over you.” She looked over his face as pieces of heart continued to fall, shattered.

“Then don’t.” He replied simply with a shrug.

“God, Aaron.” She said more exasperated, “When are you ever going to have a serious conversation with me?”

“When are you going to finally admit to yourself that you’re in love with me?!” He countered, lips inches from hers, staring into her beautiful eyes. Touché.

“When are you going to promise to not break my heart?” She replied softly, looking back into his.

He hoped she couldn’t hear those words rip his heart to shreds in his chest. He knew he’d made mistakes with her before, and he so wanted to right them. “When are you going to trust me enough to not break it again?” He replied even softer.

She paused for a moment.

“Not yet.” She whispered finally, shaking her head. She placed a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Not yet.”

[chans-baby-girl]

Getting to know me tag!

Thanks for tagging me @xpeachesncream @bangchan-fairy

Now it’s your turn!

@luminois @dilutedpondwater @crispy-chan

(You totally don’t have to at all! If you don’t wanna be tagged I would be more than willing to remove you!)

1. When is your birthday?

February 8th!

2. What is your favorite color?

Purple and blue

3. What is your lucky number?

8!

4. How tall are you?

5’6

5. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

I think it’s safe to say like four!

6. Favorite song?

Honestly don’t have one atm I’ve been listening to a lot of different songs and it’s messing with my choices

7. Favorite movie?

Doctor Sleep!

8. What would be your ideal partner?

To be perfectly honest someone who can be my best friend and we have those relationships where we skipped the awkward stage and we started farting and burping and crying around each other when we first started being together! We have fun every days a new adventure we watch anime together, they indulge me in watching k pop stuff where We can talk about anything and everything we watch vines and memes and I can take them to my family and they’ll play with my baby cousins and to me that’s ideal. I’ve always wanted to someone who can just be fun and genuine with me and someone who won’t judge me for my weirdness but joins in.

9. Do you want children?

Yes I do I’ve always been that child who carried around babies in a cart and I do a lot of babysitting and I picture myself being a bad ass mother one of these days… who knows?

10. Have you gotten in trouble with the law?

Nope I drove without a license when I was fifteen for the longest though and never got caught 😎…. Don’t do that tho that’s very bad!

11. What color socks are you wearing?

Bold of you to assume I wear socks to bed 😩 jk they are white with a black heel

12. Bath or shower?

Realistically I usually only take showers but if I had the time I would take a lot of baths

13. Favorite kind of music?

Alt., Rap, Rock, Kpop, Cumbias and Corridos (😩😩😩 for blasting in the car🤪🎉 ) but other than that I like practically anything

14. How many pillows do you sleep with?

One but sometimes I’ll grab another to put in between my thiqq thighs 😩 cuz it gets uncomfortable and I like having my leg elevated

15. What position to you sleep in?

On one of my sides with one leg tucked practically into my chest lol

16. What don’t you like while sleeping?

When someone takes my blanket cuz tbh I love being like a smoll bean and I’ll borrow myself into my blanket like a rabbit so if so much as my head meets the surface i get pissed like don’t touch my blanket bitch Im hibernating😩 OHHHH or when I’m sleeping and you shake me awake like EXCUSE YOU when you’re driving ima shake yo ass too 😭 I swear I got so grumpy when I’m sleepy

17. What do you usually eat for breakfast?

Chorizo or huevos con weenies y frijoles (Eggs with weenies and beans)

18. Have you ever tried archery?

Yes I have! I used to be on my schools team i was pretty good but it’s been years

19. What are your favorite fruits?

Watermelon, cherries, and pomegranate seeds😩🥴🤤

20. Favorite swear word?

Fuck or bitch

21. Do you have any scars?

Yes a lot unfortunately a few on my legs cuz I would fall off my bike a lot and more than I can count on both of my forearms but rest assured I’m better now :) ….didn’t mean to make that dark

22. Are you a good liar?

Yes but I don’t need to like lying at all but if I had to then I am good at it

23. What is your personality type?

I took the quiz thing a few times and I either got ENFP and the other times I got INFP so I guess I’m both intro and extroverted! I am the definitely the therapist friend! But I love making new friends and the only downside I have is that I have bad social anxiety so I don’t have great social skills. But when I do make friends I get excited too fast or I like skip small talk and start getting close and personal and everyone I met finds me to be too much and overbearing because I’ll rant for hours about things I love and people cut me off cuz my eyes get big and I talk louder and I start talking fast and it throws people off? But I’m fun I have a range of interests I’m family oriented. I love kids and have an ambition for teaching! I am a big risk taker and throw any rollercoaster my way and I’ll do it:)

24. What is your favorite type of girl?

A genuine girl and that doesn’t necessarily mean like pure and sweet but I mean they can have their spunk and attitude and their own shit going on but I mean the intention like if you intend to be genuinely real with me and not bullshit with me or waste my time then I’m game to be in a good friendship with you! And someone that has my back and someone I can have a laugh with because humor is one of my biggest turn ons in any friendship or relationship it sparks a connection for me!

25. Left or right handed?

Right handed!

26. Favorite food?

Enchiladas :)

27. Are you clean or messy

Clean!

28. Favorite foreign food?

Japanese food for sure!

29. How long does it take you to get ready?

On a simple day 10 minutes but when I have plans then like 45 minutes

30. Most used phrase?

I have a few that I say daily:

“What in the frick frack?”

“No you dumb bitch”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve seen everything, satan I’m coming down!”

And

“Really your mother pushed you out of her vagina just for you to do this shit?”

31. Are you a good singer?

Not to be narcissistic but I think I’m a really good singer!

32. Do I sing to myself?

Yea sometimes

33. Biggest fear?

That there is no afterlife cuz I’m not afraid to die I’m just afraid that ima die and all the things I’ve heard are lies and I’ll really never see my relatives that passed again.

34. Do you like long or short hair?

Long I love growing out my hair

35. Are you into gossip?

No I don’t care for drama at all. But if someone wants to vent to me then I’ll let them but I’m just not going to put my opinion out there cuz it’s not my place

36. Introvert or Extrovert?

Both it depends on the atmosphere

37. Favorite school subject?

Science

38. What makes you nervous?

People and crowded spaces

39. Who was your first real crush?

My boyfriend lmao deadass I met him in highschool

40. How many piercings do you have?

Currently three: two on my lobes and a nose piercing! But I’m planning on getting a belly button piercing, another nose piercing on the right side (cuz I already have one on the left) two helix piercings, an eyebrow piercing, and two more lobe piercings (one on each ear) all in due time of course!

41. How fast can you run?

Uhhh last time I checked my mile time was 9:54 seconds so like ten minutes per mile!

42. What makes you angry?

Racists, homophobes, r*pists, bullies… basically people who don’t have respect for others and things they can’t change. Ohhh narcissists I hate people that thrive on thinking their better than anyone I love knocking them down a peg! But other than that I don’t tend to get mad often!

43. Do you like your own name?

Yes I do but I recently started going by my middle name Dayzee! The reason behind it is honestly because why have a middle name of you don’t use it? Like why is it just sitting there lmao!

44. What are your weaknesses?

I have horrible social anxiety!

45. What are your strengths?

Honestly I think my strengths are that I’m a loyal friend! I’m also very caring and compassionate and I’m always supportive! What I’m saying is PLEASE BE MY FRIEND I NEED FRIENDS LOL 🤪

46. What color is your bedspread?

Navy blue

47. What color is your room?

Beige but I put led lights so it looks cool!

Thank you for tagging me this was honestly so fun!

[lloydskywalkers]

Opinion on Misako?

Ohhhh Misako. She — hm. I am not…the biggest fan of her, to say the least.

So with Misako I often have to remind myself that a lot of her character flaws are just really, really weak writing, and that it’s not technically her fault she’s always written out of the picture and tossed back in last-minute, but at the same time, that’s the character we have, and I get all these other characters from the same writer so I have to acknowledge that the Misako in the show is the Misako we get.

And it makes me mad, because she could be a great character. There’s a million other ways they could’ve written in Misako that would’ve been fine. Trap her in a tomb somewhere, have her unable to contact Lloyd or Garmadon — they did it with Ray and Maya, it’s not that hard! Really I just wanted Padme Amidala and I didn’t get her so. Sad.

My biggest issue with her is obviously abandoning Lloyd at Darkley’s, because there’s no way around that. There’s just not, Lloyd was clearly miserable at the school, it was a school that taught him to be a villain and then kicked him out homeless when he couldn’t be genuinely bad, and even if it wasn’t awful he still! Doesn’t remember his mother at all! Which means she must’ve left him there very young, and then never had any other contact with him, leaving Lloyd with zero parental figures to go to, or really any source of love and affection at all. That’s difficult to move past, even if she does seem to genuinely regret it and Lloyd’s forgiven her.

Then there’s the whole thing with Wu, which is a complete mess and I will never understand what the writers were thinking when they chose that. It’s like if Obi-Wan and Padme had a side love plot going down right in front of Luke’s salad and I’m comparing it to star wars again rip.

It makes me sad bc I think she has a lot of potential, since she’s part of a very interesting family and she could be! The most present parent Lloyd has! Because she’s the only one not tied to destiny! And like, I can give her that out of the Wu-Garmadon-Misako-extended OG crew, she’s the only one who actively tries to change the prophecy. She’s told her son is going to kill her husband and that’s a lot. And she tries to change it, so clearly she cares enough for that.

But again. She abandoned Lloyd at Darkley’s. And I can come up with a lot of stuff to counter that, but in the end she left him at an awful school, never tried to contact him, and apparently was just — in Ninjago City and hadn’t even checked up on him when we first see her, and that’s…not great.

(that being said - I have an eternal oath to myself to never outright bash any character, and to try to understand them best I can, so I always take the gentlest approach I can to her in fics adsfdgf) 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #292

“dear god, let’s make this fucking clear: dear god, there’s nothing that i fear”

What internet browser do you use? Chrome. What brand water do you drink? (Smart Water, Dasani, etc) Mom just grabs the Great Value jugs. Do you have a job? No. Are you full-time or part-time? N/A Are you watching TV right now? No. Or are you listening to music? Yeah, "Mr. Crowley" by Ozzy. Such a great song. Would you go to jail for 3 years for $1,000,000? No. I would NOT survive in jail. When's your birthday? February 5th. I cannot fucking believe I'm almost 25. Thoughts on kids? Too impressionable for me. Even with my niece and nephew, I feel like every single word I say just like... stamps into their brains, and what if I say something that negatively affects them? I feel like it's my responsibility as an aunt to be a fountain of wisdom when I'm definitely not. I just get nervous around kids. Worst punishment you've ever received by your parents? I wouldn't call it a "punishment," but when I skinned the everliving fuck out of my knees and Mom was patching me up while I was just sobbing away, my dad literally roared "SHUT UP!" from my parents' bedroom, and it's stuck with me forever. Honestly, I think it may be a root in my extreme fear of men yelling. Worst punishment from Mom, probably this time where she smacked the shit outta my arm as a kid and left a clear handprint for a while. Are you the type who is completely against abortion? Why? No, I am firmly pro-choice, despite being pro-life most of my life. I don't feel like writing a moral essay, but basically, I absolutely cannot agree with forcing a woman to carry a human they don't want for whatever reason for nine fucking months, endure one of the most traumatically painful things known to man, and then properly and adequately care for that child. That is such a huge fucking responsibility that should be forced upon *nobody*. "But adoption!" Yeah, go tell that to the thousands of children waiting on you. This is leaning on exactly what I said I wouldn't do, so moving along. Have you ever read a book that actually changed your outlook on life? "I’ve read some books that were phenomenal, but I wouldn’t necessarily go so far as to say that they 'changed my outlook on life'." <<<< This was Johnny Got His Gun for me. Does your favorite flower hold any meaning to you? No. What would you do if your favorite animal became endangered? I would fucking freak. Have you ever owned an expensive eyeshadow palette? No, but I honestly do want at least one, primarily with a deep black and then some nice grays and neutral colors. Do you own a tripod for your camera? Yes. Are your nails always painted? Quite the opposite. What's one thing you've had a toxic reaction to? A breakup. Which holiday is your favorite to decorate for? I honestly don't really decorate because I just don't have the motivation, but Halloween is the best. Were you popular in school? Nope. Are there any foods that often give you heartburn or indigestion? BANANAS, dark sodas (like Coke or Dr. Pepper), peanut butter can... It's hard for me to tell much now because I have chronic heartburn and am medicated for it. Works great, so I don't experience this much. Is there something you intend to buy in the near future? Yes. Once my tattoo is done (I'm setting the appointment the next time we leave the house, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH), what I have left is going towards Venus' new terrarium. She really needs a 40 gallon. Is anyone in your family artistically talented? What about musically? I was the art kid, and family still insist I should be an artist. What cute behaviors or characteristics does/do your pet(s) have? Omg, Roman has so many. He nuzzles me all the time, will collapse into my hand to pet him, he insists on being the little spoon at bedtime (no, really), he literally tries to groom me with his teeth, licks my face... He is just a doll. My little buddy for sure. Now onto Venus. She loves to chill next to me in bed or find a cozy place under the covers, and omgggg does she love to slither around the bed doing the periscope thing. So curious. What's the screensaver on your computer? I don't have one. What’s the sexiest thing about a guy? I am WEAK for nice shoulderblades/muscular shoulders ok. What’s the sexiest thing about a girl? I am an ass bitch and I will not hesitate to admit it ayyyyyeeeee. Who were you with at midnight on January 1, 2021? Nobody. Who was the last person to send you a message on social media? My sister Misty. She's planning to surprise Mom (her stepmom, anyway) by showing up in a few weeks with her fiance and all her kids she's never met but desperately wants to. My mom is the only "real mom" she's ever had, and she just feels so bad that she has a by now teenage daughter (among three other younger ones) that has never met her "grandmother." It's just an expensive and long trip, but Misty's finally called it enough and is just driving down here with everyone. Mom is going to fucking sob. ^ What qualities does this person have, that you appreciate? Nice timing for this, since her fiercely anti-mask bullshit is all I can focus on about her lately... but there are good things about her. She truly is a very loving, passionate woman that, just like me, feels deeply and expresses it. What was the last thing that caused you to scowl, or frown? Does grimacing count from a sudden bodily pain? Have you smiled at any point during the last hour? Yeah. I'm watching the VOD of Arin Hanson playing Kingdom Hearts 2 for charity, and he went on a total fucking laughing fit. His laugh is so precious, so I just couldn't stop grinning. What was the last thing you consulted Google for? Ensuring "grimace" was the right word for my former expression, even though I was pretty positive it was correct... I don't know if anyone's noticed, but my English skills are degrading, particularly in spelling. It's concerning me. I was an English whiz my whole life up to now. My only guess is it's related to how godawful my memory is also declining. So, did anyone send you a "Happy New Year" message when midnight hit? No. When was the last time you were on a carousel? Probably not since I was a teenager being goofy with Jason or somebody. What is the closest you have ever been to an elephant? I have a picture on my dA of a beautiful elephant walking RIGHT by its fence at the zoo. It was pretty amazing, considering just how incredibly immense their enclosure is. Have you ever played Halo? No, it's not my kinda game. Have you ever read a National Geographic magazine? Oh, I'm positive I've read sections while in waiting rooms of various places. When was the last time you had a pillow fight? I have no idea. Realistically it was probably w/ Jason since that sounds like some cute playfighting thing we'd do, but I don't remember a particular instance. Name somebody who you think deserves more respect: "Retail works. The horror stories my mom has on the daily is absolutely ridiculous. People can be so incredibly rude." <<<< I absolutely agree with this; what friends and strangers alike rant about is just depressing. Nobody, especially those working through a goddamn pandemic that's killing thousands, deserves the disrespect that comes their way. Have some goddamn decency and know half the issues you bring up to retail workers isn't even their damn fault. Ohhhh, I could rant about this. In your own words, define what the word sexy means. So you mean like, what I think is considered sexy, not just the general definition? If that's the case, uhhh. Self-confidence (but absolutely not arrogance) is very attractive to me as a bitch who lacks it entirely, as well as good manners, being outgoing, and just... charm. I don't quite know how to describe that "charm" other than I'm really drawn to people who are unique and happy with it and just seem to have an aura about them that feels good to be in. What is the most popular tourist attraction where you live? I'm going to look at this question as if you're asking about my state and not general location because 1.) there ain't shit here and 2.) I'd prefer to keep relatively where I live quiet on the Internet. Looked it up and apparently NC's biggest tourist bait is the Biltmore Estate. Never been there myself, but it'd be pretty dope. Without looking - do you know what brand your underwear is? I'm in my own home and pjs, who the fuck wears underwear with that criteria lmao. Are you any good at volleyball? NOOOOOOOOO. I went to a volleyball camp thing once when I was younger and that shit hurts the hell outta your hands. I didn't stay long. Have you ever had a water balloon fight? Why of course. Do you think some babies are ugly? Quite honestly, probably most, especially newborns. Don’t you miss Chuck E. Cheese? I do; going there was one of the most exciting possible things to me as a kiddo. Do you think Fall Out Boy is gonna be a classic band, like Queen or AC/DC? Possibly. I mean they sure are pretty successful and well-known. Do you love stuff-crusted pizza? Eh, it's not my preference, but I'll eat it. Do you apply lotion after you bathe? No, but I really should, given how dry my skin is. What’s your favorite color? Pastel pink. Who did you have your most amazing kiss with? I'd like to not think about this. Has a YouTube video of yours ever gotten over 10,000 views? Lol definitely not. I think at least one on my older channel hit 1k somehow???? It was a birthday gift I made for someone. Would you ever get a tattoo on your collar bone? lol I already have one there. At some point I'm getting it covered, though. Do you like Robert Frost poems? I do! Do you go to church every Sunday? I never do. Have you ever been in a relationship on-and-off for more than a year? No, I don't play that game. You want me or you don't, so I'm not wasting my time on your uncertainty or just our lack of stability for whatever reason. If you had to get famous for one of the following, which would you choose: music, acting, writing, modeling? Absolutely writing. What do you think of girls with huge boobs that don’t wear bras in public? ?????????????????? i don't?????????????? care???????????????? they're not my tits??????????????? What is the last thing you tried on in a store? I don't know. I avoid trying shit on like the plague. And then it ends up being too big/small. I wonder why. Is sleeping naked more comfortable than in clothes? I've only ever fallen asleep naked once, and accidentally at that, so I really don't remember how I felt about it? Consciously though, I would feel very, very vulnerable so don't have plans to when I have my own place. Have you ever had a dream in which you were making out, or more, with someone? HAHAHA Y'AAAAAALLLLLLL THIS WAS DEADASS THE ONLY LUCID DREAM I'VE EVER HAD LMAOOOOO Do you feel as though you have a good memory, or are you forgetful at times? Do you feel that your short-term memory or long-term memory is better? My short-term memory is absolutely atrocious, like to the point it seriously affects my ability to get shit done. You can give me something that needs to be done and I will forget in a heartbeat. Now, my long-term memory is astonishing. I can remember many things from my childhood in incredible detail. Have you ever had a concussion or some other sort of brain injury before? Did you need to have surgery for it? I've had a concussion or two. I can't remember which. I didn't need surgery. Do you have any sort of mental illnesses or disorders? What do they involve? Yeah: chronic depression, crippling social anxiety, generalized anxiety, avoidant personality disorder (AvPD), obsessive compulsive disorder, PTSD, bipolar II, and I think that's it. My head's a mess and a half. What’s the longest that your hair has ever been? How about the shortest? When is the last time that you got it cut? About to the small of my back; how it is now, which is pretty much shaved on the left and fades to near my chin on the right. I actually got it cut last month; we've gone to a family friend for years whose shop is just an extra building by her house and very rarely has more than two clients in it. We had masks on, of course. At what age did you start getting gray hairs, if you happen to have any? I don't have any. Somehow, given my stress level at all times, haha. What are some ways that you style your hair? Do you use any sorts of products in it? It's too short to style. I don't use any products in it but obviously shampoo. Who was the last person to truly get on your nerves? What do you think caused you to feel that way? Probably my mom. I think she was in a rotten mood for one reason or another and just being snappy and generally rude. Do you recycle? Is this through choice or do you live somewhere where it’s compulsory? We do; it's by choice, and it'd be immensely ignorant not to where we live considering it literally gets picked up with the other garbage. Do you prefer plain, carbonated, or flavored water? Do you think you drink enough water throughout the day? I've never tried carbonated water, and flavored water rarely works for me due to artificial sweeteners giving me beastly headaches. So I'll just take really cold, filtered water. Have you ever needed to call the police, ambulance, or fire department? I had to call the ambulance for my mom right before her cancer was discovered because she was literally immobile and in ungodly pain. When was the last time you visited the library? What was the purpose of your visit? At my old college, as the newspaper photographer, I took some artsy pics up there. I will probably forever worry that leaving school resulted in the biggest career opportunity slipping through my fingers through that newspaper. Do you see a lot of wild animals where you live? Are any of them dangerous? I guess about the normal amount you'd see in the country. Some dangerous animals live here, sure, that's probably everywhere, but you very rarely see any. Aside from when you were born, have you ever had to stay the night in the hospital? For suicidal thoughts and one attempt, yes. Have you ever experienced a panic attack? Ahhhh, do I know those well. Thankfully, it's been a long time since I had an all-out panic attack. Would you ever want to go into the medical profession? Was your answer different pre-COVID? Nope. Well, besides being a vet, which I haven't wanted to be since I was a kid. Where you live, are people paying attention to whatever restrictions are in place to help control COVID? Many? No. Because it's apparently a fuckin hoax or not as bad as the government wants us to think. Fucking cretins. Do you get a real or artificial Christmas tree? Artificial. Real ones aren't worth the money nor mess. What’s your favourite type/flavor of popcorn? Caramel corn. Do you drink oat milk? No, but I'm interested in at least trying it. The dairy industry is absolutely repulsive if you look into it, and I'd love to do what I can to take as little part in it as possible... even though I am a dairy fiend. I seriously wish I could go vegan, I am just WAY too picky for it. Do you love thrifting? Oh fuck yes. I've been very few times in my life, but I'mm all about it. Do you consider using only lowercase letters your aesthetic? I do find it visually appealing; I like the flow of similar letter height. I never do it for "serious" things, but on places where it's "for the aesthetic," it's likely that's how I'll write something. Do you say “mood?” Way too much lmao. Do you own fairy lights? No, though I would like them if it wouldn't look stupid in my room. Do you own glass straws because the metal ones kind of gross you out because you can’t tell if they are clean or not? ... I didn't know glass straws were a thing. I have a handful of metal ones though, but I always forget I have one in my purse when I go out... Have you made a TikTok? No. Do you own airpods? No. Are you afraid of Mercury in retrograde? I don't believe in a planet's position or whatever having any effect on people. Do you make life choices based on astrology? Definitely not, considering I don't believe in it to begin with. How many pairs of converse shoes do you own? Maybe like, five? Number of jeans in your closet: Zero. What accent do you have? Not really any, but sometimes I sound kinda southern with specific words. Do you have a big butt? Yo I got a Hank Hill ass, so no. Do you count how long you and your gf/bf have been together? In my past relationships, yes, I assigned our anniversary to memory. I don't really... know why, like it doesn't really matter how long you've been together, I just do. Have you graduated? From HS, yes. I dropped out of college three times lmao. Rihanna or Lady GaGa? Ohhh, not sure. Maybe GaGa, but both ladies have songs I love. "Disturbia" doess beat all of her songs, tho. The fuckin BEAT. Do you use fake eyelashes? Never tried 'em. Which was the last book that really captivated you? The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood. What makeup brands do you use? I'm not loyal to any, really. I would be if I could afford expensive shit, but yeah, that ain't my life.

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Who Does Dean Love More? (Dean x reader) PART 1

Warnings: none

Summary: it was a usual day at the bunker. Until someone from Deans past shows up....

PART 2 

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“Sup?” I asked Dean, taking a sip of my Gatorade. I had desperately been researching all night on a case we had no leads on and it was now 11pm.

“Just checkin’ in” Dean said as he came and sat down in the wooden chair across from me “you gonna go unpack those bags or what?”

I looked around confused, I didn’t see any bags. Did Dean have one too many beers or what?

“What bags?” I asked with my eyebrow raised.

He pointed to his eyes. Ohhhh. Those bags. I hadn’t really slept much lately so I can’t imagine how dark, big and fugly they were.

“Nahhh” I joked, pointing at the book in front of me “Savin those for a big trip we have coming up.”

He got up from his chair and slowly made his way around the table, his hand gliding on the smooth wood, his face playful.

“Well” he said pushing my chair out to face him, trapping me with both of his hands on the arms. “I hope those bags have something strappy and Lacey in there.” he said, giving me a smirk and a kiss.

Just as I was about to flirtily respond, the bunker lights went out, leaving only the red blinking of the emergency bulbs. What the hell?

A loud bang echoed through the bunker coming from the kitchen. Dean stood up, no longer hunched over my chair.

“Sammy!?” Dean called out. No response.

“Get the colt.” Dean said calmly, a brooding look on his face, ready to take on whatever it was that had made its way inside the bunker -DESPITE its crap ton of warding.

I gave him a nod and squeezed his forearm, trying to be as reassuring as possible, but just as I was about to leave the room a dark figure stopped me. The glistening of the item in their hands could only be a knife, even in this light it was obvious, and boy was that mother a big one.

“Dean.” I called out as I backed up, letting him know that we weren’t alone.

Dean whirled around and took a step forward, ready to lunge at whatever was in front of us.

“Uh uh uh” a female voice said “one more step and I’ll make your little girlfriend here into shaved turkey.”

Oh great. This bitch was using me against Dean. I hated that. I hated being his weakness. I hated seeing him worry over me. I couldn’t wait to stab her heart out for this -whoever she was.

“What do you want, bitch” I spat out angrily “get on with it and cut the crappy monologue that I’m sure you have ready to bore us with”

The figure turned toward me, knife still pointing towards my neck.

“Oooo, wow Dean. Didn’t tell me your new girlfriend was such a feisty one. Hm?” She sighed as she circled around me like a predator toying with its prey “so unlike your other one”

At that moment the emergency lights turned off and the normal lights returned. Revealing the face of the intruder - much to both of our shock... and to my dismay

“Lisa?” Dean gasped, his eyes going wide and his facial expression going soft.

I’d be lying if I didn’t feel jealous, or wish it could be any other person but her. I knew how Dean felt about her. How much he loved her. He hadn’t given me any reason to doubt his love for me but I always felt if it came down to it he would choose her. I wasn’t good enough for him and I knew it. Plus he had too much history with Lisa and not enough with me.

“Yes baby boy, it’s me” she said mockingly with a fake pout- continuing to toy with Deans emotions “if by me you mean me.” Lisa blinked and her eyes turned an opaque black.

A demon. Knew it.

“You get out of her you son of a bitch!” Dean yelled.

“Or what? You’re gonna stab me? Punch me?” The demon laughed “We both know you wouldn’t lay a hand on your precious little Lisa. Your one and only love!”

At those words, my heart sank and I looked at Dean. He looked so tormented and I swear his eyes were tearing up.

I felt like an idiot for even letting this black eyed son of a bitch’s words get to me like they were, but I couldn’t help it. Not only were they using Dean’s biggest insecurity against him, they were also using mine.

“Oh sorry YN! I guess he didn’t tell you that did he?” The demon turned back towards me with a grin “All the dreams he has of her every night, the small things that remind him of her every day, how after every bad day he wishes that he could have a normal life with her.”

“You shut your mouth.” I said coldly, attempting to hide how much her words really cut.

“Hit a nerve there, didn’t I?” She laughed “Oops” she shrugged.

“Where’s Sam?!” I yelled, suddenly remembering that he too was in the bunker somewhere - missing out on all the “fun”

“Don’t worry” The demon said “Sams just having a little nappy-poo, but he’s still breathing... for now”

“Well damn” I said smirking “I was never one with the knack for languages but I guess I’ll have to do.”

I began the exorcism spell but didn’t get very far before the demon punched me in the face, at least a good 2-3 times. Freakin douche bag.

I landed on the floor on my hands and knees. The thick taste of iron in my mouth from my now split open lip. Wiping it I continued, but a swift kick to my stomach seized my efforts.

“Don’t you dare lay another hand on her!” Dean yelled advancing toward us as I grunted on the ground, the warm blood pooling down the sides of my neck, the wind knocked out of me.

Before the demon could reply with some snooty comment Dean began citing the exorcism spell where I had left off.

“STOP!” The demon screamed, pointing the knife at her own abdomen “’One more word and I kill her on my way out”

Dean stopped in his tracks, going silent

“You know, I was only here to steal the Demon tablet but now that you pissed me off, let’s have a little fun” a hand on the collar of my flannel roughly hoisted me to my feet as I stumbled to stand straight.

“Hm...Let’s playyy.... who. does. Dean. love. more?”

TO BE CONTINUED ...

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The biggest bad to ever bad

Supernatural 14x20 is going to be marked in my head as one of the best season finales of television ever! It’s not because of the quality of the production, though; it’s because of the potential it opened for a fantastic final season of such a long-lasting show. There are so many things I want to talk about (God & the Winchesters, Castiel and Destiel), but I think I will have to write separate posts for each because I don’t want this to get extremely long.

Let’s talk about God and the Winchesters first, shall we?

After 14x20, everything seems to indicate that God is the big bad for season 15, right? In fact, we might even say that God has been the big bad ALL ALONG. Right? RIGHT? Yeah, well… about that…

NO, my dear friends, God is not the big bad on Supernatural, and I’m gonna tell you why that is my opinion.

Disclaimer: This post will include a lot of life philosophies that may or may not resonate with what you believe in. If you think I’m talking bullshit, that’s fine! Just please don’t waste time attacking me or my post in any way because I won’t engage in any type of hateful behavior.  

With that being said, I need to emphasize the beauty orchestrated by Andrew Dabb (showrunner and writer of the finale). He turned the Supernatural universe into a huge metaphor for our own very real world (nothing new if you really think about it). BUT, he also made Chuck the manifestation of the God many people believe exists IRL.

“None of this would have happened without you”, Dean tells John Winchester at the start of the recap. Those words feel ominous now, considering Dean said them to his father but they could as easily be directed to the father of all creation, God himself (or Chuck, as he prefers to be called).  

None of what has happened in 14 years of Supernatural would have happened without Chuck. That’s an undeniable truth, but that doesn’t mean everything has been entirely his fault.

He’s a writer, and writers lie. We were told that in 14x20, but I think Chuck was telling the truth about something in particular:

“You guys know me. I’m hands-off. I built the sandbox… you play in it. You want to fight Leviathans? Cool. You got that. You want to go up against the… What was it? The ‘British Men of Letters’? Okay. Little weak, but okay.”

Chuck created this world with everything in it, and then he “left”. Although, he never truly left. From the beginning he’s been “everywhere and nowhere, to the edge of the universe and beyond”. The thing is that he’s most of the times HANDS-OFF.

He didn’t create other beings to be inferior. “Existence is all about balance”, he said when trying to explain why the Equalizer didn’t have any bullets.

“This doesn’t so much fire bullets as it sends a wave of multi-dimensional energy across a perfectly balanced quantum link between whoever’s shooting it and whoever they’re shooting at.”

Why is that line relevant? Ohhhh because if we read a little about quantum physics, we’ll know that we humans are energy. We all are. Actually, everything that exists in this world is energy. There are some philosophies where the concept of God goes beyond what religion offers. Some people don’t use the word “God”, but they prefer to use the word “Source” because there is a source of energy, and we all are interconnected through that energy that we all share. In a way, we are extensions of Source Energy, and that’s why we all can be considered divine.

If we dig a little into that philosophy, we find out that the human journey in a lifetime is to ascend in consciousness. We have a conscious and subconscious mind, and there’s science to back up that our subconscious runs the show most of the time. (Watch this video if you’re at all interested). It’s thanks to it that we make quick decisions during times of crisis and emergency, and it’s thanks to both our conscious and subconscious mind that we create our own reality. Unfortunately, we are EXTREMELY UNAWARE OF THE PROGRAMMING IN OUR SUBCONSCIOUS MIND, so the reality that we observe is not exactly pretty, because we tend to create that which we fear the most. We keep repeating patterns over and over until we become aware of what’s going on (or we die and never become aware, too bad).   

In real life, the God that many people believe in certainly built the sandbox and left us to play in it and do whatever we want. That God or Source is HANDS-OFF for real, because we are made of the same energy, so we have creative power, too, whether we understand/believe it or not. The less aware we are, the more likely we are to believe THINGS HAPPEN TO US.

There’s always a villain outside of ourselves: our parents, our partners, our friends, our coworkers or classmates, our neighbors, that random person who stole from us or who said nasty things about us. We all have our own Leviathans, Michaels, Lucifers, and some villains in our life just as pathetic as Asmodeus or the British Men of Letters. The point is that when we are NOT aware of OUR OWN POWER OF CREATION, we are at the mercy of our subconscious, thinking that terrible things will continue to happen, over and over.

So, going back to Supernatural, Chuck came back in 14x20 with a special gun, and one of the names he gave to it was EQUALIZER. Seriously??!! Later in the ep, when Sam shot God with that gun, he shot himself. THAT’S SO SYMBOLIC I CAN’T EVEN! Don’t you see this? If we keep talking about Source of energy (instead of “god”) and understand that all beings are made of energy even if we have a material body, we get to understand the metaphor found in the Bible that states we should love God and we should love our neighbors as we love ourselves. WE ARE ALL ONE. I mean, I can plug two or three appliances into one same outlet and even though each appliance serves a different purpose, the energy that keeps them “alive” is the same.

We build an ego to create a false sense of self, but we’re all one. While we’re unaware of this, we think of God as that powerful being, outside of ourselves, who controls everything and we think that we’re at his mercy. We pray and we think that when things go well, God is blessing us, but when things go wrong, he’s punishing us or he has abandoned us. When truth be told, we have been creating our own reality ALL ALONG thanks to our stupid programming.

The Winchesters have been repeating the same mistakes over and over. Their programming is filled with “GOOD THINGS NEVER HAPPEN. I DON’T DESERVE GOOD THINGS”. That’s been the case for all of them. They have claimed that everything they’ve done has been out of love, to protect their family, but that’s just crap. The love they have felt has NEVER been healthy; it’s been rooted in the fear of loss. Mary made a deal because she couldn’t bear to lose John. John made a deal because he couldn’t lose Dean. Dean made a deal because he couldn’t lose Sam. And their codependent love brought all sorts of fucked-up consequences. Don’t even get me started on the way John raised his children as a result of not being able to accept the loss of his wife. Or don’t get me started on the programming running in Mary’s head as a result of the way she was raised in the hunting life. I mean, we could spend hours and hours discussing why Mary was desperate for a “normal life”, but probably thought that she didn’t deserve it; that she was being selfish for wanting happiness when the world needed saving. How ironic that her two sons inherited the same fears, the same subconscious programming!

So, NO… God is NOT the villain. THE VILLAIN HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE WINCHESTERS THEMSELVES. (Just as in our life, we are the main character and the villain in our own story). Thinking that God is the villain is the easy way out. That’s putting responsibility for the good and the bad outside of ourselves, and that’s bullshit. The toxicity has been part of Dean and Sam’s lives since forever and they need to be aware of it. They have always had a choice, but they were unable to make the healthiest one at the time. ‘Shoot first, ask questions later’, ‘Kill all the monsters’, ‘We do what we always do, we fight to bring our loved ones back’.

That’s not love. That’s not growth. And in writing, that’s not character development.

Next season, the Winchesters will try to fight God, of course. They will most likely try to kill him. But I can tell you now, one day after the season 14 finale, that they won’t be able to. What they will understand at the end of season 15 is that they always had a choice; that the Earth will never be completely saved because it doesn’t want to be saved (each person creates their own reality, so how can they save people who are unconsciously sabotaging/destroying themselves?). It’s NOT THEIR RESPONSIBILITY TO SAVE EVERYONE. IT NEVER HAS BEEN. That’s something they have taken upon themselves and it’s insane, unrealistic, and extremely arrogant of them.

Chuck himself had to show up to push the Winchesters enough to realize that they have been repeating patterns for a long time and that it’ll end when they decide it’s time to end. When they become aware of the toxic beliefs that took them to where they are now. When they realize that the only thing they need to get their happy ending is to admit they want that (not a blaze of glory style ending) and to stop being afraid of it or guilty about wanting it.

Good things do happen. What’s the matter? You don’t think you deserve to be saved?

Chuck is just a mirror for the Winchesters. If our boys think that Chuck is the villain, then sooner or later they will realize how responsible they have been, too. I’ll be looking forward to season 15 and, most of all, to the series finale. For now, I’m gonna be in my corner, feeling confident that our boys will have the ending they deserve –the one they’ll get once they allow themselves to follow their heart.  

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Nursing school! Jeonghan au

Member: Jeonghan (no reader)

Genre: college! au

Word Count: 1k

Authors Note: Hello hi I’m back!! This was a request for an anon who asked for nursing school Joshua or Jeonghan!! I’m so so sorry it took me so long to do this for you anon, but I hope you like it! ✨

Special thanks to my boo @wonusbookshoppe whom I’d be absolutely lost without! Cheoljin helped me so so much on what nursing school is actually like and shared her own experiences so this scenario would really be nothing without her help! 💘💕💖💝💗💓

• so nursing is quite a female dominated industry

• And those nursing school girls aren’t chill about it either

• Like it’s a legit competition to them and they’re not there to play games

• So imagine the looks on their faces when jeonghan walks into their first class and casually sits somewhere in the middle section

• He seems gentle enough and all they can think of is one word: weak

• But ohhhh boy are they in for a rude shock

• So each lesson jeonghan sits in the same area: the middle

• He sits alone and, on some days, will actually fall asleep in class

• Bc when you’re doing shift work at obscure hours and then rushing into classes straight after, it can be tough

• Be he’s such a dedicated and diligent student

• Like to everyone else in his class, he seems rather laid back and chill about everything

• But on the inside he’s actually stressing quite a lot

• He worries that he’s not doing enough

• Could he be doing more studying? Maybe ask more questions in class? Should he volunteer at the hospital more?

• These things tend to eat away at his mind and keep him awake

• But every time exams roll around, he tops his class with flying colours

• All of the girls have a bit of a sulk over this bc “sir jeonghan fell asleep three consecutive classes in a row?!”

• But he shrugs it off with a cheeky smile

• The girls aren’t sure whether they love or hate him

• The ladies that do love him though, are the women at the hospital

• Every time he strolls in, he greets them with a bright smile and a small wave and bow

• The doctors also enjoy having him around as he’s an active learner and isn’t afraid to ask about this and that

• There was one particular doctor, however, who couldn’t stand the bright eyed boy

• Requested he be put in the labor department for “experience”

• The very first time jeonghan witnessed the birth of a child, he was nothing but gentle, attentive and well prepared

• He was more fascinated than terrified

• The way he saw it was that childbirth was natural and a beautiful thing, so why should he freak out over it?

• Pissed the doc off even more tbh

• “Does this kid have any faults??”

• He does

• Often on more quiet evenings/mornings he will wonder the rooms and talk to the patients

• He likes to comfort them and make them laugh

• So of course he grows fond of the patients and becomes slightly,,, attached

• He’d do anything for his patients

• There was one little girl in particular whom he would visit regularly

• Eunmi was only 7 years old and had been in the hospital for around three weeks

• On every shift, Jeonghan would visit her room and talk to her

• He’d ask her about her dreams and the things she liked

• When he found out her passion for drawing, he came in the next day with an array of coloured pencils and a sketch book

• Each day she’d give him a new picture she drew

• Dragons, fairies, mountains, flowers; he was always in awe of her talent

• Going on her fourth week, the nurses in the break room we’re talking about recent transfers

• Jeonghan’s ears had instantly perked up when he heard Eunmi’s name slip past

• He could feel his heart clench a little at the thought of saying goodbye to the sweet little girl whom he’d grown so fond of

• For her last week, jeonghan spent every moment he could with her

• His studies had decreased slightly as he devoted himself to the scared little girl in room 114

•She didn’t quite understand why she was moving to another hospital

• He would comfort her, even singing her to sleep on nights she struggled to close her eyes and comfortably rest

• On her very last day, a few hours before she was to be transferred, the nurses called for jeonghan to come to the exit to say goodbye

• Not only did Eunmi have tears in her eyes, but so did her mother and father

• The four talked and bid their best wishes and love

• but before they could wheel Eunmi away, she slipped a large folded piece of paper into Jeonghan’s hand and waved goodbye

• He couldn’t bring himself to look at the paper while at the hospital

• That night he finally found the confidence to open it up

• She had drawn jeonghan

• Hair slightly parted, a glint in his eyes that were framed by round glasses and a bright but cheeky smile

• He was adorned in his navy nurses uniform from the shoulder to chest

• In the bottom corner was a small note that read:

• To Jeonghannie, I’ll miss you a lot and I’ll never forget my favourite big brother! I’ll see you sometime soon, I promise~ Love Eunmi

• He cried a lot that night

• It took him a little while to find the motivation to study hard again and to work at the hospital smiling

• It was one of the older nurses who spoke words of encouragement to him that made him realise he needed to pick himself up again

• “Do it for her” (lol peep that Simpson’s reference there)

• He studied harder than he had ever before

• He stopped falling asleep in class and asked more questions

• He saw a tutor each week to better his study tactics and perfect his knowledge

• By the time his three years were over, he was the student with the highest and most perfect scores and records

• When graduation rolled around, his family had come to visit and watch their beloved Jeonghan graduate

• When he received his diploma and looked into the crowd, he almost teared up

• There beside his family was Eunmi and her parents

• She was smiling and looked better than he had last saw her

• When he finally got the chance to go over to everyone, he ran to Eunmi and gave her the biggest hug

• “Told You I’d see you again, nurse Jeonghan”

[eijunes]

ooooof yeah, having to go against our natural instincts to eat and sleep the winter away until it gets warm and sunny again is always dreadful. just do what you can, cat❤️

on the bright side, even if it's still cold, at least the winter solstice is coming so the days will slowly start getting longer again!!!☀️ i get so excited about that. it's almost better than christmas😁 do you have any holiday plans??

oh, i get you! still, some more human interaction there; that's always good. sajbksg you know i have considered trying to get a basic grasp of japanese myself just for that purpose so i'm glad it's a workable concept!!! waiting for the english translated vnc chapters is agony

man, the kny animation is out of this world. truly a super solid story all around. i'm not sure if you kept watching it, but were there any characters you really liked??

ohhhh bsd yay!!!!! it's so fun. i could see dazai and atsushi being cute, though i'll admit i get more of a platonic read there personally💗 vanoé gives me theeeee biggest brainrot istg; i'm glad i'm not the only one suffering SBDKJABG. good choices for hq characters too!!! gon and killua are so precious yesss. hak and yona are adorable as well!!! i've been meaning to read the manga for ages but haven't yet— would you recommend it?? no.6 is so good!! ahhh reading the light novels would be a good idea hmm.

^^ all of this is absolutely a good starting point💕💕

i have noticed some pastel/blacks yes lol. it's very aesthetic!! i have a few ideas for what to make for you, but it's still percolating.

question time since spotify wrapped dropped a few days ago: what music do you like to listen to?? and is there anything you're really looking forward to next year?(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

i hope you're feeling better after your booster!— animanga secret santa

hello!! yes, winter solstice, please come soon! but it's been snowing a bit here for the last few days so at least it's not so gloomy anymore and the world seems a little brighter ❄️

I don’t really have any exciting plans for holidays, covid is going wild over here (god, I hope we’re finally at the peak of this wave) and my sister is immunocompromised due to some medical treatments she had this year so I'm not sure if I'll even see some of my closest family members in person. but as long as we can take some rest, I'll be happy 😊 do you have any plans?

japanese is not as scary as it looks! actually, most of the stuff I know I learned through free apps like duolingo or lingodeer, so I really recommend to check some out if you ever decide that you want to learn some basics. but I knooow, the official translation of vnc chapters comes out quite quickly but it still feels like forever. reading monthly mangas is pain sometimes 😭

about kny, once I passed the halfway mark I kinda binged almost the whole rest of the first season! tanjiro is so kind-hearted and good, I love him 🥺 together with zenitsu and inosuke they are a riot, they made me laugh so hard sometimes. and nezuko is so so precious too! I’m always weak to sakurai takahiro’s voice so I kinda hope to see more of giyuu later, but all of the hashira seem very interesting and I’m excited to get to know them more 👀 it’s a really good cast of characters and I’m really happy that I finally watched this!

my vanoe brainrot lessened a bit when there was a break in chapters but when I first caught up with the manga, I think I read every single fic that existed at that point 😅 I always get overly invested in the happiness of self-destructive fictional men who think they don’t deserve to be loved so this is my favourite type of ship. they have so many wonderful scenes and don’t even get me started on the current manga events 😭😭

tbh I fell a bit behind on akayona manga but the events covered in the anime are only the beginning and there’s so much more of the story after that. once yona gathers all the dragons they travel all around the country and help with local problems, get in conflicts and wars and meet more interesting characters and I do recommend it a lot! it’s a great story with a well-written female character at the front

no.6 light novels are just... I have no words. it’s so much more than the anime adaptation, the manga thankfully was more true to the original material, but nothing beats the light novels. the narration is incredible and every sentence is so beautiful. there’s only a fan translation online but it’s so well done it’s incredible that someone did that for free. I have some posts with quotes somewhere on my blog, here and here if you want to get a taste. I kinda want to reread them again, maybe over christmas. they kind of have this wistful winter vibe for me :’) 

my top #1 artist this year was dotan, I knew him a bti before but he dropped a new album this year and I played it on repeat the whole year. I don’t know how to explain his vibe, it’s kind of melancholic and atmospheric I guess? try this song

and my other discovery this year was a band called world’s first cinema and they make songs with an epic feeling like in movie trailers, often about supernatural creatures. I listened to their interview once and they called their style vampire trailer music 😄 try “the woods”

I love the fact that my most listened artists each year are usually new discoveries of mine so I’m excited for all the new music I will discover next year! please send some of your favourites too, even if you listen to something vastly different!! 💛

[taaroko]

Post-IW MCU Rewatch: Black Panther

Time for an Afrofuturistic paradise!

Ohhhh, the meteor hit before humans came along. That makes so much more sense. Here I was misremembering that it landed in the backyards of these five tribes, and I was really confused that a meteor with a seemingly infinite supply of vibranium didn’t destroy everything for hundreds of miles. This makes much more sense.

The black sand hologram things are so much cooler than regular floating image holograms.

Hahahaha, okay, T’Challa freezing is adorable.

There are some great sibling and mom moments in this movie. Ramonda only had to see T’Challa’s face to know Shuri was flipping him off behind her back. Bahaha.

They did an amazing job on Wakanda. It’s Incredible to look at. From the city to the landscapes to the waterfall to the traditions of the different tribes. This whole movie has such an incredible atmosphere to it. This is the level of personality and culture I wish they’d given Asgard.

So I’ve seen critiques that question the wisdom of having a ritual combat to determine rule in such an advanced country. I think those critiques are missing the point. Wakanda’s flaw, aside from having a policy of isolationism at all costs, is clinging too hard to ceremony and tradition. It’s probably been many generations since they actually viewed the ritual combat as more than a token of respect to past tradition, but they didn’t actually delegitimize it in law, which is how Killmonger is able to take advantage of the situation.

The ancestral plane is beautiful.

��It’s hard for a good man to be king.” I desperately need Thor and T’Challa to interact. Have drinks and talk about the struggles of being king and having fathers who hid horrible truths.

So will T’Challa marry Nakia now that he’s come to agree with her politics?

Wakabi is kind of unreasonable. To turn on T’Challa for failing to bring Klaue back on his first attempt? Come on. T’Chaka failed to retrieve him for three decades, and you expect T’Challa to do it in one day? You are a bad friend.

Please let Peter and Shuri interact! They both love memes and “old” movies!

The whole suit fitting into the necklace strains credulity a bit. As does Tony’s bleeding edge armor. But I guess conservation of mass went out the window when Steve easy-baked from a sickly 90-pound kid to a 240-pound muscle-bound hunk, so it’s a bit late to start complaining.

*innocently* “For research purposes.”

Tolkien white guys!

Heck yes Okoye fight scene! Check out this gorgeous one-er!

Ohhhh it’s a vibranium car. So it breaks apart differently than a normal car would. I can accept the way Okoye and Nakia survive that crash better now. That was an important detail.

I, having two brothers, have never called either of them “Brother” to their faces in my life, nor have I ever heard anyone do this in real life, and yet I love when siblings do this in fiction. Brodinsons and royal house of Wakanda, please never change.

Klaue is so obnoxious.

Oh wow, I never noticed that they stuck those comms devices behind their ears.

Killmonger’s armor with the chestplate thing looks like some of the armor in Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic. Awesome.

I keep imagining an AU in which Asgard and Wakanda do regular trade and have embassies. Wakanda has vibranium and millennia of experience working with it, Asgard has magic and other types of advancements. It’d be an amazing alliance, and they could’ve had it for centuries without telling anyone else on Earth.

Seriously Wakabi, you’re being a jerk.

So basically, Killmonger is Hamlet. More on that later, but he just killed Ophelia. Also, the reveal that he’s the main villain, not Klaue, is the midpoint/turning point of this movie. It’s getting to the point where I don’t have to check the progress to recognize these moments. The MCU gets criticism for being formulaic, but if the formula is simply following the 3-act structure, it still leaves plenty of room for variety, so I fail to see the problem.

N’Jobu is a scary extremist. Nakia is the one with the right philosophy. But T’Chaka did not need to use lethal force. He had super strength and a vibranium suit. He could’ve subdued his brother and brought him in. Instead, he killed him and left his nephew to find the body. T’Chaka is a lot like Odin. I do think both became better men than they were in the early days of thei rrule, but they did nothing to correct some of their biggest mistakes. Instead, they buried them. How exactly did they expect their sons to do better jobs ruling without all the facts?

I really like that Killmonger and T’Challa both held their father’s bodies the same way and cried over them. Super important parallelism.

Hmm, vibranium is vulnerable to sonic weaponry. That’s really good to know. This stuff is a bit too versatile and powerful; it needs a weakness.

It’s super weird that Killmonger’s (American) name is Eric Stephens. There was an Eric Stephens in my grad program, and he sat in the cubicle next to me. 

There’s some interesting stuff about group identity in this movie. Tribe identity (the five tribes in Wakanda), national identity, racial identity, and humanity at large. Nakia wants to help humanity at large. The Jabari are the most tribal. The other four tribes are about their identity as Wakandans over their tribes. N’Jakada, who grew up in the US, surrounded by gang violence and police brutality, with a father who wanted to militarize the entire African Diaspora and was killed for that, effectively making him a martyr and proving him right in the eyes of his son, is about racial identity to a fascist degree. N’Jakada has legitimate concerns, and his backstory is tragic and unjust, but his solutions are evil. Getting what he wants (assuming enough people outside Wakanda, where loyalty to the throne is somewhat mandated, would even go along with his world conquest plan) would come at the expense of the soul of the people he claims he’s fighting for.

The upside-down shot of N’Jakada taking the throne is chilling and excellent.

Conquerors or conquered are not the only two options here, Wakabi. But that attitude is self-fulfilling prophecy.

M’Baku is awesome.

T’Challa’s second trip to the ancestral plane is when he really figures out what his priorities are and what he’s fighting for. He realizes what he wants Wakanda to be under his rule. He’s been fairly passive and lacking in his own ideology up until now. Now his heart is really in it. He’s become the Black Panther and a king, so now he just has to fight to reclaim those actual titles from a mad warlord.

“All that challenge shit is over. I’m the king now.” Yeah, N’Jakada has no respect for their traditions, he only exploited them.

“Your heart is so full of hatred! You are not fit to be a king!” Yesss! Choose what Wakanda stands for, don’t just hand your loyalty to a man who doesn’t deserve it. It’s pretty notable, though, that Okoye only withdraws loyalty to N’Jakada when she sees that T’Challa is alive. Because the challenge is ongoing, she is free to choose the king she wants. She never broke her oath.

Heck yeah, warrior princess!

Oh hey, her gauntlets totally do the same thing to N’Jakada’s suit that the rails on the trains do.

Aaaah the truth comes out. “You want to see us become just like the people you hate so much. You will destroy the world, Wakanda included.” “The world took everything away from me! I’m gonna make sure we’re even!” N’Jakada pretty much just admitted he’s the villain.

And the Jabari claim their identity as Wakandans. Woohoo!

Hehe, the rhino loves his mama.

The civil war in Wakanda is what the Asgard storyline in Ragnarok was missing. Hela just slaughtering everyone and generally being ludicrously OP is not interesting, but if a significant portion of the people had sided with her and there was a battle for the soul of Asgard? That would’ve been amazing, and I wouldn’t have just been impatient to get back to trash planet shenanigans.

It’s a shame N’Jakada dies. He’s a Loki caliber villain, and they could’ve given him a redemption arc or something.

Okay, weirdly, one of the details I like the most about the capital of Wakanda is that the ground doesn’t appear to be paved anywhere.

So if Bucky is White Wolf, does that mean he’s going to be in future Black Panther movies? Yes please?

Black Panther is very good, but I don’t think it makes it into my top five MCU movies. T’Challa needs more development. He’s too passive for too much of the movie. Shuri and Okoye are much more interesting characters and have much more personality than him, and the same goes for M’Baku and N’Jakada. Hopefully they’ll do more with T’Challa in future installments. A big part of what makes the Marvel movies so great in general is their compelling leads, but this movie didn’t make me as invested in T’Challa as a person as it made me invested in his country and the people around him. I want to be as invested in T’Challa as I am in characters like Thor, Peter Parker, Tony, Steve, the Guardians, Scott, and Stephen, characters like Frank, Matt, Luke, and Jessica. I think what would have gone a long way towards solving this problem would have been if he’d actually been a staunch defender of the traditional isolationist view, only to learn over the course of the movie that Nakia is right. Isolationism breeds xenophobia and over-inflates national pride, creating people like N’Jakada. Much better to embrace other countries and cultures and help each other grow. As it is, it seems like T’Challa goes along with the isolationist thing because that’s how they’ve always done it, but he doesn’t seem remotely passionate about it, and that’s to the detriment of his character.

Now, the Hamlet thing. It occurred to me the first time I saw this in theaters that N’Jakada is essentially Hamlet. His father was killed by his uncle, who is on the throne, and his quest for vengeance gets everyone around him including his lover and friends killed, and ultimately he dies too. Then a benevolent king takes the throne, having learned from this conflict.

[msyvonneministries]

WISDOM WEDNESDAY

So yesterday I spoke on the Ms Yvonne Show Podcast about how God has delivered me and broke the chains of a stronghold over my life. Unfortunately, due to time constraints, I wasn’t able to elaborate as much as I wanted to about the situation on the show, so I decided to write about it....

God help me because I really don’t like sharing this kind of information, but I do want to edify the body of Christ. I want you to know that someone cares and understands what it’s like to live and walk as a Christian. We have to face a lot of battles, darkness, enemies, and strongholds over our life in order to grow up in the Lord and that's not always easy. For instance, God is calling me to higher heights, which means that some things, ways and old habits can't come with me. The biggest one of all for me right now is: 

DATING FOR THE SAKE OF DATING!!!

Now the girly girl in me loves to date. I love to be wined and dined and shown a good time. I love to see a man happy to be in my presence. I love to be with a man that knows how to take a lady out and plan a good date for her. These are things that I enjoy. Not to mention I love good company and good conversation. 

So I considered dating a blessing. But now I’m starting to look at it from a different perspective. I feel like I can't date at this time during my walk with God because I don't like it anymore. It's not good for me and it serves me no purpose unless it's my husband.

This last battle proved that to me. I was seeing someone for a little while and things were going okay for the most part, until I thought it would be cool to “play around” with him. I did not go all the way with him because I’m continuing my celibacy journey, but I definitely took it to the edge. This man was something, you hear me. He had enough to make me throw in the towel and say “God I’ll take this one”.

He was much like Saul I would presume. Tall, built well, fully stocked he looked like a King. He was caring, thoughtful, considerate, and chivalrous. I was like ohhhh weee this is nice! Not to mention I feel like he liked me a whole lot. He even mentioned us getting married and eloping.

How would he know that eloping was something I always wanted to do? 

But I love the Lord and I really enjoy studying his word and listening to the prophets. While listening to them one of them said something that stood out, she said “watch out for the counterfeits”. When she said that it really hit home for me. Why? Because God already told me and showed me who my future husband is. But to be honest that was almost 5 years ago. I thought I was going crazy because this man doesn’t even seem remotely interested in me. We haven’t spoken in years and some of his decisions to be honest, I detest. 

I started to feel like Sarah. Like God you promised me this Husband, but it’s taking too long. I’m getting older. I don’t see any signs of you working with Him. Like what is going on?!? Should I just step up and pick out my own man? Am I tripping??? Much like Sarah when she just felt too old to have a child and probably like God is taking FOREVER so she decided to help God out by dragging her maid servant into the scenario (you can find that story starting around Genesis 15).

All of that extra stuff that Sarah threw in the mix just added more unnecessary pain, agony, and resentment; which could have been avoided had she just kept the faith. Well much like Sarah, I too was beginning to become “frustrated” on my wait for my husband. So I decided to “date”.

Dating seemed like a good idea until all of the usual problems started to arise. The lies, the deceit, the disappointment and the let down. All the emotions that I really wasn’t in the mood for. I was looking only at the bright side, but forgetting about the dark side. Forgetting that just because I’m dating from a pure heart doesn’t mean someone else is doing the same.

I felt stupid in the end and begged God for mercy and forgiveness. I didn’t leave God, but I decided to lean in closer to Him. God gave me the strength to overcome that disappointment. He helped me to see quickly who I was dealing with, THANK YOU JESUS!!!! Because of that I was able to rise above the negative emotions, the hurt feelings, the back bitting and the attachment to dating in general. I’m not cut out for that. Not unless it’s my husband. 

I don’t want to waste my time. I don’t want to defile my body. I don’t want to disappoint my Father. Although dating seems so tempting, I would rather resist. I thank God for breaking the stronghold of dating and desiring men with “big egos” off of my life. I don’t want to go back and live in the world. I don’t want to do it the world’s way.

One thing I’ve learned about being in the world and coming out of it, is that they don’t really tell you or “glamorize” the REAL dark side. They make it seem like being sexually active and having multiple partners is fun and the thing to do, but it’s not. 

They don’t tell you the tears that they cry when they’re all alone. They don’t tell you about the mean, hurtful  and disrespectful things that people can say. They don’t tell you how people are only encouraging you to do it because misery loves company. They don’t tell you how you can lose a piece of yourself, if not all of you. They don’t tell you about how you can feel drained and empty. They don’t tell you that it only feels good for a moment, but the pain can linger a lot longer. It’s not as fun as society makes it seems. It’s deeper than that. 

You have to guard your heart and your temple (your body) until you meet a spouse that is worthy enough to receive all of the good love that you have to give. Not having sex before marriage and focusing on the things above and not below is the true way to go. It’s for our own good and trust me when I say that it will save you a lot of pain and agony.

Hold on to God’s unchanging hand as you fight the good fight of faith. Don’t be scared to make a mistake. Don’t be afraid to slip and bump your head sometimes. But rather be grateful that we have a merciful, loving and forgiving Father who understands and is always ready to welcome us back into his loving arms. He is a Good Good Father and He can make your crooked ways straight (Isaiah 45:2 NKJV). He will lead you beside still waters (Psalms 23:2) and renew a right spirit within you (Psalms 51:10).

It’s okay to mess up. It’s okay to admit that you were wrong. It’s okay to hit rock bottom. It’s also okay to start over, to hit the reset button, and to turn from your old ways. See a lot of times we try to fix ourselves in our own power, but that’s what God is there for. He will be your strength even when you are weak. Just talk to him, honestly.

Keeping it real with Him will be one of the most beneficial life changing blessings that you could ever ask for. Why? Because God knows how to lift the weight of burdens off of your shoulders. God has a way of granting you peace in the middle of a storm. God has a way of fighting for you even when you miss the mark, He’s got your back. He’s loyal, faithful, understanding, a good listener and a great defender. 

When it comes to walking with the Lord, if you slip or fall just remember to get back up again, for there is no condemnation in Christ (Romans 8:1 NLT). So I encourage you to do as I did when I slipped and that is to run back to your father, repent, and make up in your mind that if you ever fall again, that it won’t be for the same reason. That is what we call growth :) 

Congratulations Child of God you’re growing up!!! Quite nicely if I must say so myself :) I wish you much peace and many many blessings along your walk and journey with God. May you live long and prosper. One Love!

Peace,

Ms Yvonne.

[nctwinwin]

exo!!! ;u; -yu

HIII YUUU THANK U FOR SENDING💕

My first bias: OMG I CANT EVEN REMEMBER ITS BEEN SO LONG … i think it was suho😱??!  i just remember thinking he was really handsome while i was still learning names and faces🙈Your current bias and why: sehunnnn (and kris if u want to count ot12 omg TT💔) what reasons can i give … aldjalfks im horrible at explaining OTL i just love them!!!!! & everything sehun does is cute~Favourite song: ohhhh probably don’t go ;-;❤️! I FEEL LIKE CRYING WHENEVER I LISTEN TO IT TT my heart just crumples up and gets all weak and nostalgic but also happy??! TTTT Favourite MV: growl!!!!! seems fake because it’s just a classic sm box mv i k n o w BUT growl era will always be iconic to me *cries* iconic looks across the screen … sehun’s platinum and kris’ blonde? GAME OVEROTP: aw i had so many TT but i’ll say bffs taohun!!!! THEIR FRIENDSHIP WAS THE MOST HILARIOUS CUTEST THING ALSJK WHO NEEDS KDRAMAS WHEN U HAVE GOSSIP BUDDIES TALK SHIT GET HIT TAOHUN :D sehun loved tao so much don’t even speak i’m going to start cryingMember you think has the best smile: ohhhh MAYBE JONGIN OMG … cutie has perfect teethor soo!!! who doesn’t love hearts ヽ(ㆁ♡ㆁ)/❤️Favourite choreography: TIE BETWEEN GROWL AND MONSTER I CANT … IDK … MY GROWL NOSTALGIA IS PROBABLY JUST GETTING IN THE WAY SO PROBABLY MONSTER BUT … GROWL IS SO ICONIC … I CANT . NEXT QUESTIONFavorite era: haha do i even need to answer this *wipes tear* growl(ok i lied idk mAYBE MAMA THOUGH … MAMA ERA *cries @ the flashbacks of small baby sehun and sparkly sequin pants and AYO WADDUP KREASE🙊 ill shut up now)Do you own any merchandise: ohhh i own both versions of the xoxo album, kor ver of the miracles in december album, and the lucky one version of the ex'act album! ; v ;Have you seen them live: no *cries* i’ll always regret not going to kcon in 2013 to see ot12 live … Biggest Regret TTFavourite voice/singer: U CANT ASK ME THIS EXO HAS ONE OF THE MOST LEGENDARY VOCAL LINES BAEKCHENSOO asdfghjklskj if i tried reallyyyy hard to choose it would be a tie between baeksoo but IDK ??!Favourite dancer: seeing sehun dance always makes me sooooooo happy and i know it’s biased but i need to pick sehun TT he doesn’t get recognized for it very often but he’s great~~ he’s winwin’s idol for a reason hehe

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[ieleoelei]

And then we wonder WHY WE HIRE THE WRONG PEOPLE...

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Businesses are all about people. Besides money, we all know that that one crucial aspect for the success of your business is… THE STAFF. Your business idea can be the goose that lays the golden eggs; you can have all the resources, a very positive market research result, a perfect financial and cash flow forecast, the most suitable and creative sales and marketing plans and strategies, and all the investors ready to put the money on the table, and anything else you can imagine but if you don’t have people to run it... forget it... it’s going to be a failure for sure; and not just people but...THE RIGHT people. Finding employees to cover a position is a good start, but finding those stars that seem to have been made for that specific job, can lead your project further beyond than what you ever imagined.

Sometimes we take recruiting for granted and forget that, in fact, it is a whole science. It’s actually not surprising that there is an entire academic field, and a whole industry behind it. (Very profitable by the way!). So the question here is: why the heck after so many decades of recruiting experience we still select the wrong people? Why even after having spent thousands in headhunting services Mary quits after three months. And why after a ten-steps process including interviews, polygraph, psycho-technical tests, case study solving tests, and even blood and urine sample analysis, we still have to fire John after we all happily signed the working contract and celebrated with a champagne bottle!

I discussed this issue once with the General Manager of a pretty big company that provides medical and pharmaceutical goods to entities in the health industry, and he told something like: “well… we cannot forget that the business of all these headhunters is just finding someone, not finding the perfect, star match. Once they have found a person for you that could possibly do the job they charge you for their service and they’re done and gone. But they rarely commit to find a perfectly matching candidate; this would be actually not profitable for them. They just want to find somebody quickly, and get their part of the business. So… they are to blame!

However, that is not the main cause of the issue. In fact, part of the answer has always been right under our nose! It might sound stupid but, haven’t you ever stopped to think that, in general, HIRING PROCESSES ARE A BIG THEATRE STAGE WHERE EVERYBODY LIES?! And we actually seem to be pretty good actors but in the end, very deeply, we know very well that we are all playing a not-so-funny game. To start with, we have our outstanding candidates who all seem to inflate their resumes by making “objects in the mirror be bigger than they appear” by actually including false information, especially in those gap periods where “you should NEVER show that you went through unemployment months”. I remember once attending a recruiting talk at my university given by HAYS, one of the biggest worldwide known recruiting firms, where the speaker, a senior recruiter, shared how he randomly started once asking to interviewees what percentage of theirs CVs was invented or false... AND A LOT OF APPLICANTS CAME UP WITH PERCENTAGES! He was shocked, just as we all were in the audience. Now, after having submitted the CV, during the interview we all describe how we are the best: of course we have done that thing we are asked if we’ve done, we have experience in the field, this has been our dream job since we were kids, we are fans of the company we’re applying to, our biggest weakness is being perfectionists and the worst mistake he have committed is that we should have been more ambitious that time when we set the sales increase rate at 50%. In the end, we are just perfect! Of course, right?!

HIRING PROCESSES ARE A BIG THEATRE STAGE WHERE EVERYBODY LIES!

On the other hand we have our heavenly organizations, where jobs couldn’t be more interesting and exciting, that offer us incredible working conditions: a great atmosphere, promising careers, additional benefits, off course not extra hours and never in a million years extra workload, all of that for a very competitive salary, in a company committed with its customers and whose input to the world is important. And of course, the job description is totally clear. I mean... come on!!! AND THEN WE WONDER WHY WE CHOOSE THE WRONG PLACES TO WORK!

So why does this happen? Easy: if we all said the truth people might never choose our places to work and our HR departments would never choose them to work for us; just like if a presidential candidate said the truth... well, no one would vote for him, right? So we all prefer to invisibly agree to go for a common delirium. Crazy, huh? Mentioning our “dark sides” is a big taboo but it is also the most important thing to know!!! If there’s something sure is that we will work in imperfect environments with imperfect staffs, and that include all of us. So, why not approaching that with less fear? At least we would be consciously choosing the imperfect. What if we just said the truth? How many years will have to pass until we have mature, honest and transparent recruiting encounters? Daring to say the truth and face the reality could help us both find a better person for the company and a better workplace for the candidate, and avoid the costly, wasteful, regretful, long and painful experience of having decided for “the wrong one”.

Mentioning our “dark sides” is a big taboo but it is also the most important thing to know!!!

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YES… OF COURSE I, MYSELF, HAVE LIED IN INTERVIEWS

I might have lied more, but I especially remember this one time; I went to an interview at the French well known cosmetic company Pierre Fabre, in Castres (if I remember well). And here’s the one and only lie on my CV: very hidden, at the bottom of the resume on the “Other Interests” section I had written that I was proficient in Adobe Photoshop (haha!). Well, guess what, the senior manager that interviewed me said that he was glad I was good using Photoshop since it was going to be very useful for the position (it was a communication role). You can imagine what I was feeling when I was listening to those word! The funny thing is that … a couple days after, I received a call saying that I had been chosen for the job!!!! Shame on me.

AND YES… THEY HAVE LIED ME TONS IN INTERVIEWS

Hasn’t it happened to you that your boss asks you to do tasks that where never mentioned as part of your responsibilities but that are his/hers? Typical, right? I my case I ended up doing the most boring duties ever, including gathering all his yearly business trips receipts and preparing the tedious formalities for their reimbursement, among many other off-position tasks. And this was at a very prestigious multinational company. Dumb of me to not have complained!

Now “Lie” might be a strong and wrong word, because in some other cases it is not always about lies. Sometimes it’s just that the position is not even clear for the company, and sometimes they just happen to have a blabber mouth. In other of my positions I was clearly told that I would have a top management position with full decision power an autonomy (I could not move a finger without asking my boss, not to mention the budget management ban which affected the core of my position), where I would have to design a project (everything was already designed, I just had to deploy what was settled), that 70% of the position would be strategy and 30% operative (it was actually 10% strategy 90% operative), that I was going to get a monthly bonus based on performance (only happened half of the times), that I was going to have a discount on my health insurance and benefits for my family members (never happened), that I was NOT going to work “that many” extra hours (it was a daily thing… no kidding), that weekends I was going to be off (hahahaha!). OHHHH!... and they forgot to tell me that I HAD to work on bank holidays. Except for Christmas or New Year where I had the lucky chance to choose one to be off. Yay! (Yeah… this is called crossing the line… no wonder why I quit).

YES… I HAVE HEARD CONFESSIONS OF HOW PEOPLE HAVE LIED IN INTERVIEWS

Here are some:

“They only part where I lied was where they asked me if I already had experience in that. I said yeah, and actually came up with an example.”

“I had the job description, so I researched about the methodology expertise they were looking for, and read about it during three entire days, and… during the interview I just invented an experience where I used that methodology as part of one of the roles that appeared in my CV. J!

BIG SCANDALS ABOUT LIES IN RESUMES

The previous Mayor of Bogota, Enrique Peñalosa (whom I do not hate… I’m just bringing this example as it is accurate) was discovered to have lied in his CV, having added among his education titles a Master’s Degree and a Ph.D that he never did!!! (I know…. I was also like “Really??!!!!”).

Talking about Colombian politicians, it is common for some (including our current President!!!!!!!!!!!) to say they are Harvard Alumni, which is not entirely false… it’s just that they have taken a one-week course or even a couple-days seminar…

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